My cousin's home sick. A common cold, I think.
I know this because we were going to go bowling yesterday, but apparently we weren't. Fortunately I called home and found out before I'd taken the detour it takes to get to the bowling alley, after multiple messages and emails without response.
But I'm kinda pissed off, David. So much so that I feel like telling the world about this. I imagine myself actually taking the blue subway line as planned, not reaching out about a potential bite before this particular event, and then just waiting there in growing aggravation and/or worry, calling again and again without response, before eventually giving up and heading home, oblivious as to the reason you weren't there.
Not that it's usually easy to reach you, but at least this time:
you could have left a message.