When I'm sick, I tend to do a lot of thinking. It's never on purpose, like I'm trying to figure out why I'm here on this earth, or why God may have made me sick, or whichever. It just... happens. I'll lay in bed, trying to sleep off whatever I have, and I'll just start thinking. So, being sick at the moment, I've been thinking. A lot. Probably far too much for my fragile little brain. And what,...