I said it yesterday:
"I think I'm getting a sore throat."
And it turns out, I was. And did.
After a night tossing and turning, my throat exploding into a fireburst every time I tried to swallow, I wasn't looking forward to crawling out of bed and trying to function like a human being today.
When I got to the station, Fred was waiting for me in the studio, a suspicious smile on his face. "Hey Eddie, I think someone left a present for you in your offiiiiice!"
I walked back and found this sitting on my desk:
That's right. It's the massive two-volume set MAD's Greatest Artists: The Completely Mad Don Martin!!
My stupid throat decided it was going to make me have a bad day, but Fred stepped up and said, "Oh no you're not!"
Thanks, Fred! I may not be feeling 100%, but at least now I can distract myself with an almost-endless series of THWOPs, GLONGs, SKROINCHes, and STOOPFTs!