Saturday, April 2, 2011

Bacon Lung

Most of the time when I get sick with the flu or cold or something it's during a day where I really want to do something really bad. Like today for instance, there is a tomb sweeping parade down the street I live on, and I'm going to have to bail on the Dylan concert. It probably wouldn't be so bad if the parade didn't include thousands of firecrackers and drums. It would be amazing, however, if I didn't have this pounding headache.

Mercifully the DR MED pharmacy right down the street from my house was open on the holiday and I was able to, using charades and broken Chinese, get the correct medicine to help with the symptoms.

This is the part of the post where I lay blame. It's your fault, that's right you. Thanks bunches.


  1. Anyone back in the states do me a huge favor. Bitchslap Zach next time you see him for me. Thanks.