I am tempted to think that there might have been spirits lurking around in that old, dark, dilapidated house near BigSkyMind. Norjee and I missed this morning's first creative meeting for the show. We are both down with the flu, or at least, something that makes your head feel woozy, and your bones feel like your diet consists of instant noodles. What else to blame? The weather? Nah. Spirits must have accompanied us home. I knew it, we shouldn't have discussed ghost stories.