Alright, I lied real bad last week. I was not getting healthy. Well, maybe I was, but I think it was just the eye of the fucking ebola virus. Last week it was all about the crazy fevers, this week, the throat stabbing Lymph Node infection of Doom.

I think I am almost healthy, but just to make sure I am healthy by Monday, I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for then. Last time I got real sick I had pneumonia in eighth grade. It was magical. It was also the last time I went to a doctor for anything other then a routine checkup. Why you ask? Well, doc didn't figure out UNTIL I WAS TOTALLY HEALTHY that I had pneumonia. Which, hey, you could have said I had the magical tryptodeathhead virus and it wouldn't have mattered. I was ALREADY HEALTHY.

But I'm going to a new doctor on Monday. Hopefully he will be all, "you *had* this nasty bug. Here's some antibiotics to finish the awesome job your immune system did."

The real down side? I have had 3 solid posts half written in my head this past week, but all were forgotten because I am in bed 25 minutes after I get home from work. So yeah, no post about how much I hate clubs and if you are attempting to pick up the ladies at a club, you must follow these rules. Because, fucking ugh, dude, lose the bleached, starched bright white collar on a pink pinstripped shirt. Just un-fucking-necessary.

And now its Saturday at 1:16 pm. I am going to walk up to Borders and buy more music I don't need but its gonna be awesome anyway.

Oh, Minish Cap, although a video game, is a better person then you are. Yes, it is that good.
- posted by Pat @ 1:16 PM