On the bike ride to work last night I inhaled just a bit too much cold air. This sewed a seed of discomfort in my head that had born fruit by morning, that is, if copious runny transparent mucous can be considered fruit.

You'd think she'd have a little vitamin C, but no, all she has is this hippie crap stolen from her employer at the natural food store where she works.

Back at Kappa Mutha Fucka, I went through Deya's vitamin bottles looking for the miracle cure. You'd think she'd have a little vitamin C, but no, all she has is this hippie crap stolen from her employer at the natural food store where she works. What the hell good is Nettle Root and "centering pills"? Maybe they weren't actually "centering pills," but they was something perilously close to it. What the hell, I ate them anyway, along with overfilled eyedroppers of Echinacea.

When I awoke in the afternoon, I felt even worse, but I was able to do computer work anyway.

The landlord came by to show the house to prospective renters. That was pretty embarrassing, what with all the junk in the yard and many things that have been broken by the bihuman.

I had a sore throat garnished with hot & throbbing sinuses when I awoke to go to work. Others have described this misery (and even disappointment) far better than me. I had to do something to improve the my internal conditions, so I inhaled hot salt water up my nose. It's a little trick I learned from my mother. That helped somewhat, but I'm looking to inhale something with more the effectiveness of Drano.

So as to minimize my intake of cold air on this evening's bike ride, I wore a tee shirt over my face, wild-west-bandit stylee.

one year ago

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