I was a sickly puppy this weekend, sipping on DayQuil and binge-watching Terror in Resonance, a series that one TV critic has summarized as "teenagers do 9/11." And so the world got me fucked up on all fronts, with Big Sean about to drop a classic rap album complete with breakup hymns and Negro spirituals, while Just Blaze leaks previously unheard gems from his mythical space vault. Also: Missy Elliott back, again. It's Monday and my sinuses are clear; I'm feeling better.