I like how my gift posts just chronicle my descent into pneumonia.

So yeah, this morning I was back to the doctor and off for a chest x-ray, the results of which are still unknown. All day, I used the arrival of my snacks as a beacon of hope in the darkness.

They arrived while I was in a NyQuil coma, and I couldn't have asked for more.

First of all, my santa kept it simple and classy by packing two of the snacks I listed as my favorite: Bugles and pullnpeel twizzlers. I mean, usually I'd be up for something more adventurous, but as sick as I am I really wasn't looking to sample any monkey jerky or fermented soy beans.

BUT YOU ALSO GAVE ME A MUG, SANTA.

Not just any mug, but a cuttlefish mug.

Thank you for giving me my spirit animal in mug form. I'm going to be drinking tea out of this cuddlefish for the rest of my confinement.

Ya'done good.