Monday, 3:33 AM - Throat is sore. Every muscle in my body feels bruised, like I've been whacked about properly with a meat tenderizer. My skin is electric... uber-sensitive to everything. It hurts to wear my hoodie, but if I don't wear it, I get terrible chills. They soak in through the skin and settle in the spine, causing me to spasm and twitch and convulse involuntarily. Teeth are chattering. Eyeballs are swollen and itchy, head is pounding. When I press on my ear, my heartbeat makes a squidgy sound. I'm sure that isn't normal. The fever makes me think that I have the super-ability to change red lights by blinking at them. Luckily, nobody saw me. I made it home ok, in any case. 2 hours of highway driving, pounding down Code Red and making my sweater sleeves into heating tubes up against the vents to get the warmth circulating on the inside. Now I've taken some aspirin and am curled up in bed, sweater changed because the old one smelled like stinky old cow, and I'm waiting for my brain to stop boiling in my skull. When it does, I'll have a proper update for this weekend installed in this entry (as a sneaky edit) complete with pictures that show more than just the culprit who's responsible for my private health emergency.
DRAMATIC REVEAL
Cheap Cigars, I thought we were friends. You use your attractive pricing to lure me in, and then you slap me in teh fase with a Sinus Infection of Doom. This isn't the first time. You've got a lot of growing up to do, Cheap Cigars. Suck my balls.
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GIANT EDIT OF DOOOOOOM! (adding Of Doom to things makes them sound more important, don't you agree?)
Fever broke at around 7:45 this morning and I woke up sweating in all of my extra layers. I was still getting some minor chills, so I stripped down and took a hot bath, then got myself into some clean clothes and hit my 10 o'clock public speaking lab. BLEH.
Anna's lovely debut set and Aiki's beautiful but unfortunate farewell were waiting for me when I got home, though. I do love the way this site pampers me.
SO! Explanations abound. Everyone sit down indian-style in a semi-circle, and I'll lay it all down for you.
I solved some of my more pressing financial crises by friday morning, and so I was able to make it down to Tampa with Dru, Angie, Marie, and Nedderz for the 10th annual Crawfish Burl. Always a good time.
Some pictorial highlights...
Crawfish piracy.
. Angie got camera-happy early, and I ended up the first victim.
The beer. Each one of those kegs (and they go all the way aroundthe ring) had a replacement waiting in the back. Included by special request this year were two full kegs of Amber Bock, negotiated for dru and I by his father.
In case you were wondering what I look like when I'm shucking corn.
The Joust! This thing is just freaking sweet. Releases pent-up aggression and increases your street cred. All the n00bs in Tampa now know how we roll.
Communing with cattle. Nature with a capital nnnNNNNATUUURE!
Rock 'n Roll.
Dru and I suckin' tail. And looking very, very strange.
The cigar came in later that evening. They were giving them away inside by the desserts, so I grabbed a bunch of them. As soon as I'd gotten halfway through it, I knew it was going to fuck me up something awful, but I went ahead and finished it anyway. I can handle larger, better-quality cigars, but I must be allergic to something in the cheap ones, because the last two times I've smoked them, I've ended up with painful, debilitating sinus infections.
Still, I made it home safely after we all went and caught a late showing of Sin City, and I had one of those new-fangled orange cream shake-thingies from Checkers to keep the insides of my throat from rotting off. All things considered, it was a damned good weekend.
Hope you all can say the same.
DRAMATIC REVEAL
Cheap Cigars, I thought we were friends. You use your attractive pricing to lure me in, and then you slap me in teh fase with a Sinus Infection of Doom. This isn't the first time. You've got a lot of growing up to do, Cheap Cigars. Suck my balls.
******
GIANT EDIT OF DOOOOOOM! (adding Of Doom to things makes them sound more important, don't you agree?)
Fever broke at around 7:45 this morning and I woke up sweating in all of my extra layers. I was still getting some minor chills, so I stripped down and took a hot bath, then got myself into some clean clothes and hit my 10 o'clock public speaking lab. BLEH.
Anna's lovely debut set and Aiki's beautiful but unfortunate farewell were waiting for me when I got home, though. I do love the way this site pampers me.
SO! Explanations abound. Everyone sit down indian-style in a semi-circle, and I'll lay it all down for you.
I solved some of my more pressing financial crises by friday morning, and so I was able to make it down to Tampa with Dru, Angie, Marie, and Nedderz for the 10th annual Crawfish Burl. Always a good time.
Some pictorial highlights...
Crawfish piracy.
. Angie got camera-happy early, and I ended up the first victim.
The beer. Each one of those kegs (and they go all the way aroundthe ring) had a replacement waiting in the back. Included by special request this year were two full kegs of Amber Bock, negotiated for dru and I by his father.
In case you were wondering what I look like when I'm shucking corn.
The Joust! This thing is just freaking sweet. Releases pent-up aggression and increases your street cred. All the n00bs in Tampa now know how we roll.
Communing with cattle. Nature with a capital nnnNNNNATUUURE!
Rock 'n Roll.
Dru and I suckin' tail. And looking very, very strange.
The cigar came in later that evening. They were giving them away inside by the desserts, so I grabbed a bunch of them. As soon as I'd gotten halfway through it, I knew it was going to fuck me up something awful, but I went ahead and finished it anyway. I can handle larger, better-quality cigars, but I must be allergic to something in the cheap ones, because the last two times I've smoked them, I've ended up with painful, debilitating sinus infections.
Still, I made it home safely after we all went and caught a late showing of Sin City, and I had one of those new-fangled orange cream shake-thingies from Checkers to keep the insides of my throat from rotting off. All things considered, it was a damned good weekend.
Hope you all can say the same.
aurora:
thank you for the commetn.
mistidawn:
