"What happened?" you may very well ask, and I, dear reader, will answer.
The fucking flu/stomach flu/sleepless apocalypse happened. It kind of happened like this:
- We got the flu.
- We got the stomach flu.
- B stopped sleeping. Up every 40 to 120 minutes, every night, all night.
- More flu.
- Less sleep.
- We trudged about bumping into things.