I’m sick. Ugh… Not surprising since I interacted with well over a hundred people and stood out in the freezing cold more than once over the last five days.
Now is it “feed a cold, starve the flu” or “feed the flu, starve a cold”? Ah, it doesn’t matter because I don’t know which one I have. I do know that I am supposed to drink plenty of fluids. Does that include beer? Beer is definitely a fluid.
I tried to conjure up one of those old wives’ tale remedies — chicken soup (I hear it’s good for the soul). The best I could do was to find a can of condensed cream of chicken and mushroom soup in the cupboard. I was a little taken aback when the “soup” flopped out of the can like cranberry jelly on Thanksgiving Day, but I figured what ever doesn’t kill me, right? To make the gelatanous mixture seem more appealing, which goes a long way toward the healing process, I added water (as directed by the can), the remainder of my leftover chicken from the other day and some seasoned crutons (hey, don’t laugh you put fried noodles into Chinese soups, right?). Not bad, if I do say so myself. Still sick, didn’t work.
One of the things I hate most about being sick is the oddball sleeping patterns it puts me in — asleep at 8pm, awake at 11pm, asleep at 12am, awake at 3am, asleep at 4am, awake at 5:30am, yada, yada, yada. Back in the “Old Days” I could at least catch a few interesting/amusing infomercials when this occurred, but I have already seen the “Girls Gone Wild” and “Sharper Image Ionic Breeze Air Purifier” infomercials a million times. Hey Ron Popeil, have you run out of ideas?
Sometimes you have to let The Man win – Part One
I cracked yesterday and purchased Keane tickets through Ticketmaster’s web site. Yes, I paid their enormous fees, but I’ll at least get to see what I believe will be an awesome show.
Can someone let me borrow an eight-year-old?
I am stuck at the first Boss Battle in the PS2 game Viewtiful Joe. I have been attempting to beat the first Boss for two days! This game is kicking my ass! Seriously, I’ll gladly return the child once s/he gets me through this battle. Santa, you listening? How about a cheat code. C’mon…
It’s 6:10am and I am wide awake. I wonder how long this will last.
Cheers!
Paulie [eatl/ga]
Turn My Head And Cough
I’m sick. Ugh… Not surprising since I interacted with well over a hundred people and stood out in the freezing cold more than once over the last five days.
Now is it “feed a cold, starve the flu” or “feed the flu, starve a cold”? Ah, it doesn’t matter because I don’t know which one I have. I do know that I am supposed to drink plenty of fluids. Does that include beer? Beer is definitely a fluid.
I tried to conjure up one of those old wives’ tale remedies — chicken soup (I hear it’s good for the soul). The best I could do was to find a can of condensed cream of chicken and mushroom soup in the cupboard. I was a little taken aback when the “soup” flopped out of the can like cranberry jelly on Thanksgiving Day, but I figured what ever doesn’t kill me, right? To make the gelatanous mixture seem more appealing, which goes a long way toward the healing process, I added water (as directed by the can), the remainder of my leftover chicken from the other day and some seasoned crutons (hey, don’t laugh you put fried noodles into Chinese soups, right?). Not bad, if I do say so myself. Still sick, didn’t work.
One of the things I hate most about being sick is the oddball sleeping patterns it puts me in — asleep at 8pm, awake at 11pm, asleep at 12am, awake at 3am, asleep at 4am, awake at 5:30am, yada, yada, yada. Back in the “Old Days” I could at least catch a few interesting/amusing infomercials when this occurred, but I have already seen the “Girls Gone Wild” and “Sharper Image Ionic Breeze Air Purifier” infomercials a million times. Hey Ron Popeil, have you run out of ideas?
Sometimes you have to let The Man win – Part One
I cracked yesterday and purchased Keane tickets through Ticketmaster’s web site. Yes, I paid their enormous fees, but I’ll at least get to see what I believe will be an awesome show.
Can someone let me borrow an eight-year-old?
I am stuck at the first Boss Battle in the PS2 game Viewtiful Joe. I have been attempting to beat the first Boss for two days! This game is kicking my ass! Seriously, I’ll gladly return the child once s/he gets me through this battle. Santa, you listening? How about a cheat code. C’mon…
It’s 6:10am and I am wide awake. I wonder how long this will last.
Cheers!
Paulie [eatl/ga]