A Royal Canadian Penguin Force salute to:

grimmwire! Happy birthday, my friend!

Well, it's a change anyway.

Now I'm waking up with both eyes swollen, and a brow ridge that would impress a Neanderthal. Not as bad as things were earlier (I can get both eyes open, for once thing) but it is frigging annoying to wake up each morning feeling like a character in Darwin's Radio. I know this is just the crap moving from place to place, I want it to leave!

Fever is pretty much gone, took my last vicoden last night and have no problems this morning, and in the best sign of all, am craving fake Mexican food again. The biggest coping problem is the cotton-mouth all these damn antibiotics gives me. Even with drinking 700ml of water with every set of pills, I'm still parched for water (and getting up two or three times each night.

I'm still taking it easy, working on being good for Monday morning. Today, a West Wing marathon. Or something.

Songs of my youth...

All morning there have groups of what look like USMC Jr.ROTC running in formation down Almaden. They are, of course, counting cadence as they run. Those songs, and the sound of 60-70 sets of feet running in perfect rhythm, make me miss the Army.

Two old ladies were lying in bed
One rolled over to the other and said
I wanna be an Airborne Ranger
I wanna live a life of danger
Guns!
Blood!
Sex!
Danger!
That is the life of an Airborne Ranger