I too have caught the Really Really Ridiculously Contagious Death Plague.

Symptoms include flu-like aches (or, more accurately, I feel a little like I got hit by somebody's tour bus) and a sore throat so bad it hurts to breathe. I can't tell if I have a fever because I don't know where the thermometer is (or if we even own one).

In better news, here's a track-by-track review of Panic's new album.