When Cameron was in Egypt's land...let my Cameron go

I've been in bed for three days. I come down yesterday to find eBoy surrounded by piles of dirty dishes and empty boxes of pizza. Apparently, when I get sick, everything goes in the crapper.

The upstairs isn't much better. Empty foil packs of nyquil, wads of kleenex, rumpled up sheets, and the malodorous stench of human decay. Okay, perhaps that's a bit of hyperbole. But it could definitely stand to be aired out.

And now eBoy's gotten it. Nothing good can come from this now.