Tokyo Marathon

Ahh yes, the classic Chandler ( Bing, not Raymond ) refrain.

• Exhibit a.) Tried to run home on Friday. Made it about 2Km and then my right knee gave up. Could not walk. Excruciating. Trust me, a serial universe of woe would have been a respite
• Exhibit b.) Worked on Saturday, and afterwards came down with easily the worst headache ever experienced by me, man, woman, child, alien or CGI-head in an Aspirin commercial.
• Exhibit c.) Kid vomited on me whilst being called on Sunday by work.
• Exhibit d.) Contracted a norovirus, otherwise known as gastroenteritus, from previously mentioned kid.
• Exhibit e.) Other kid plus wife contracted the same. Apartment sounds and smells like a Victorian plague-ship.

So, hoping this is as bad as it gets, but watch this space for more thrilling misery updates.

Your friendly neighborhood norovirus. Get one, and develop a deeper relationship with your porcelain. Click for resume.