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This is the sickest issue of buzz ever! No joke. And I don’t mean that in some awesome kind of way, I mean that the buzz staff’s collective immune system seems to be like that of a newborn baby, and we’re all in various stages of illness.

I have been suffering from “man voice” and deep chest coughs this week. If you’ve seen some puffy-eyed girl barking/coughing her way down Green Street this week, it’s just me. Don’t be alarmed.

Art Director Matthew Harlan, however, has been fighting off an illness of the worst kind. While single-handedly designing buzz this week, Matt has been battling a bacterial infection of his tonsils, which has spread to his uvula (the dangly thing in the back of your throat). Instead being the size of a tiny teardrop, Matt’s dangly thing now resembles a second tongue in the back of his mouth. Thanks for hanging in there, Matt. You rock.

In an attempt to cure my illness, I decided it would be a fabulous idea to make corndogs from scratch and write about it for the magazine (pg. 4). Didn’t your mother tell you corndogs are the cure to all illnesses? Yet, after two ketchup-slathered dogs, all I was left with was a bad case of morning-after indigestion and an apartment that smelled like the county fair (minus barnyard animals).

After my foiled corndog cure-all, I decided that heading to the Urban Outfitters friends and family sale (!!!) and getting 40 percent off all that sweet-ass merchandise might cure my symptoms. Apparently it pays to know my friend Scott Redenbaugh, local liberal politico and Urban Outfitters employee. Shopping usually makes everything else feel great, but this man voice is tougher to get rid of than I thought.

Alas, I will have to resort to drinking tons of OJ and popping vitamins like candy. My other attempts at curing myself have simply given me mediums through which to spread it to others. After all, sharing is caring. So here’s to sharing the sickest issue of buzz with you, CU.