i'm still ill. with a cold, in bed. not what morrissey was getting at, i'm well aware, but it seems fitting as i sit here.
oh, morrissey. how i loved you. and, let's be honest, how i still do. love for morrissey can be best described by paraphrasing the old adage about faith...for those who get it, no explanation is necessary, for those who don't, no explanation is possible. :)

