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Dammitdammitdammit.

A guy I had to meet with in Boston had the flu or a cold or something. Now I have a scratchy throat -- and it's 72 hours later. Perfect, textbook incubation period for either Influenza or Rhinovirus.

Time to start the mantra:

I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick. I am not getting sick....

Winding Down

aka a buncha random stuff

This week has been flipping back and forth between all sorts of personas. Local boss, traveling consultant, expert-in-my-field, flirty online boi, weary traveler, brother, friend, coworker, saint, sinner, wealthy yuppie, struggling sarariiman, gourmand-wanna-be.

Now, tonight, it's "stereotypical neo-bacheleor-man" (I hear Marvel will be coming out with the graphic novel). I started the evening by throwing stuff out of my fridge. Two separate quarts of milk, half empty, very expired, and probably past the liquid state and well into solid. Add to that the last of the sweet-potato pie I never finished last week. So, I went to the store, bought more milk that is surely doomed, some Spicy Cajun Pringles, various premium sodas (IBC Cream Soda...yeah!). They were out of sweet potato pie, and pumpkin pie, too, and here it is almost halloween. I'm drinking a beer (Rolling Rock Light), and waiting for my frozen pizza to get out of the oven. Meanwhile, I'm downloading old Prince songs from LimeWire.

Ah, the life :)