Well, if nothing else, I picked the right week...

...to get sick.

Oh, man, my brain feels like it's been wrapped in cotton, and because I pinched a nerve in my back (again! One more time and I'm going to consider it worth a visit to the chiropractor), there are certain angles it still hurts to sit at. Angles I gent to discover by hitting them.

Hmm. Presented for your approval: problems with the human body!

• Illness makes one susceptible to illness.
• Too many organs!
• Immortality unlikely, at best.
• Signal for hunger and fullness too similar, also unreliable.
• Single sense cluster dramatically overexposed.
• External genitalia... just silly, really.
• Needs near-constant maintenance and upkeep.
• Infants are virtually useless. Seriously.
• Cancer. What the hell?
• The entire gastrointestinal system is a bit of a bodge-up.
• Limited offensive capabilities (NO LASERS).
• Inability to lick elbows.
• Inability to lick eyebrows.
• Generally limited licking capacity.
• Skeletons look scary. They should be cuter.
• Hello? Gills?
• Let's not even get into the brain, here. A jury-rigged rush-job if ever there was one.
• Lack of standardization.
• Hair EVERYWHERE! And it keeps growing back!
• Nudity impossible in certain climates.
• Myopia, dammit.
• Real-life versions often fail to match those seen on TV.
• Pockets do not come inbuilt, and must be purchased seperately.
• ... well, okay, there are some pockets, but it's not recommended that one stores keys in them.

I think what I'm trying to say here is that if there is an Intelligent Designer, he's an idiot.