Ble-argh.

I had all this great stuff to write about nacho nite and post-nacho nite bowling and how drunk El Jefe was when he came home and demanded I play the banjo for him on the spot. However, this episode of merriment (plus pictures!) has been precluded by how ridiculously sick I feel.

Earlier in the week it was just a sore throat — a major sore throat to be sure, but just a sore throat. Now the evil seems to have crept steadily downwards and I have a burning cough. Slightly worrying, but nothing like the Pneumonia of 1988.

My planned day trip to Portland has also been derailed, so sad. I went to bed and when I woke up, I felt completely terrible. My lungs were full and burning and plus, Dragons just wouldn't wake up. So, no tiny breweries and Powell's City of Books for me today.

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The mail carrier wore one of those white postal pith helmets today. I cannot overstate how completely goddamn awesome that is.

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I had a dream last night that people kept calling me and leaving terrible raps on my voicemail. The kind that rhyme "bad" with "sad" and "dad" and "all-clad".

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Had to take my phone back to the store today and get it replaced. The bluetooth just stopped working, it was sad. Of course, I had everything saved to the phone itself, not the SIM card, which means I am back to assigning pictures to people for several hours today. Stupid not working perfectly with iSync.

It also means I lost several awesome pictures I took yesterday. Luckily, that deliciously monster-y donut is still sitting on the counter.