I'm sick. I've got that unfortunate lassitude of limb that comes from an early winter sinus infection. My muscles are stiff, and my brain is fuzzy.
This must be where Lewis Carroll got the Jabberwocky poem. I can imagine writing something composed of no meaningful words right about now.
Aber naught and thur refend
A brennish kolm fer conbergrend
And vey the meerish plienths high
Cor mif fer delt, rey dreeta fy.
...you're all welcome.