Like a lot of members on the Penny-Arcade forums, I've taken home a piece of swag I do not want. We've named this condition "PAXitis" and it covers nearly every ailment documented by human beings since the beginning of time. From sore, blistered feet to post-nasal drip and scratchy throat, my own particular disease has taken a savage turn. Fever, night sweat, sneezing, achy joints... as a result of mingling with countless thousands of other, filthy humans, I've been struck down with a germ that is slowly taking me apart from the inside. The post-PAX depression after a weekend fueled by alcohol and caffeine pills isn't hard enough, now I have deal with lying on my bed, holding on with both hands so I won't fall off. Actually, I kind of like that part, but with all the lingering power of Goatse.cx, this ailment will be troubling me for a while. It's a good thing we're heading into a three-day weekend.