t's a disheartening feeling when you realize you're getting sick just before the weekend. I'd like to use my sick days during the week. You know -- when I get paid to be sick.

Instead, I'm forced to deal with chapped lips and that run-down, quasi-sickly feeling during the two cherished-days of the week in which I can do anything from errands to hit up the once-a-year event known as Bike Week.

Being sick always reminds me of sitting around the house when I was sick as a kid. I can't watch The Price Is Right without feeling a little twinge of sickness. The cheap, horribly-produced local commercials always ran during the time most people were either at work or school. They filled the commercial slots on local television that were the least-expensive.

"Oh man, this is gonna be so fucking metal!"

That old car is worth money! I'm pretty sure the folks in Chicago are the only people who will remember that link.

A few notes about the strip itself today. In frame 4, Lord Lloyd's body gives a throaty, phlegmy "Hoop-hoop boraak!" I wish I could say this onomatopoeia never existed. Instead, I'll have to give credit to my good friend Steve, who invented the phrase (if you can call it that) to imitate a cat coughing up a hairball.

Everything else Lloyd's body says, however, comes from experience with Dan (LIPP's co-writer) and his adventures with too much alcohol. Like this one time ... when we were in my car after hitting a bar with a few friends. One of the roads in our route bordered a forest preserve home to quite the population of deer.

Dan: "Bleeeeaah!"
Jackson: "What are you doing?! You better not be spewing on the side of my car!"
Dan: "No, I was trying to scare the deer."
Jackson: "Dude -- we saw those deer over half a mile ago."

And now, the clip of the week. Yeah, I know it's old. Go screw.