Hi.
I'm back among the land of the living, having finally kicked the cold, although it wasn't a plesant experience, let me tell you. Once I felt the cold settling in my lungs, I knew that if I didn't do something, the term “antibiotics” would soon be bandied about, along with “emergency room,” “deductable” and “bend over, this won't hurt at all.”
Yes, it was cough syrup time [1].
My hand written notes during Saturday (or was it Friday night?) are a bit tough to make out, but let's see …
“If you drink without rythm, you won't attract the worm.”
I feel like a cross between Hunter S. Thompson and Christopher Walken.
And it devolves from there, amid a margin filled with bizarre doodles. I'm thinking the bit about the worm was related to this video [2]. At least, I hope it was related to that video because the very idea of a mashup between Dune [3], Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas [4] and Brainstorm [5] is too frightening to consider.
After I admitted to Spring [6] that I felt like Carlos Castaneda [7] she suggested I seriously cut back on the cough syrup.
By late Sunday I was feeling much better.
But my blogging software [8] wasn't [9] …
[2] http://youtube.com/watch?v=sMZwZiU0kKs
[3] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087182/
[4] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120669/
[5] http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085271/
[7] http://peyote.com/carlos-castaneda/