So last week, I said that I promised that I'd be releasing my next installment of Digging Into Dead Space this week.  That was something I completely planned on keeping up with.
 
Then the weekend happened.  Saturday, in an attempt for me and the rest of those involved in my cousin's wedding to get some clothes for the occasion, we went to Austin for some vintage clothes shopping.  Along the way, I purchased a shirt, suspenders, a tie, some Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookies, and a burger and fries from Fran's Hamburgers (where the slogan on the outside sign was cleverly stating that "A burger this well done is rare").
 
On Sunday morning, I spewed in the toilet.  Roughly fifteen minutes later, cold sweats and fever broke out.  I was sure it was the flu.  Over the course of Sunday, I felt somewhere between a donkey kicking me directly in the stomach and a hive of pissed-off hornets driving stingers into every orifice of my body.
 
Today, I sit here with a relatively large amount of pain searing through my body as it tries to recover from the insanity of Sunday.  Meanwhile, my stomach is fine and I haven't barfed since late Sunday night.  I don't know what happened over the course of Saturday into Sunday, but needless to say, it was violent like Inspector Tequila.  In turn, this has left me relatively nauseated and incapable of focusing for shit.
 
Long story short - I don't think the next installment is coming this week as well...which sucks.  The more this keeps getting pushed back, the more I'm starting to feel that the whole idea of it is becoming irrelevant.  With Dead Space 2 now coming about on its one-month release, I don't know how much longer it will actually matter.  Nonetheless, I'm going to be trying to put a piece together this week.  If not, I am truly sorry...and more than likely, I'll probably just stop doing the piece altogether.  If it does happen, then I hope you all enjoy it.
 
Much love, piece.