kungfuporcupine

Oi vay...

So, I'm at home nursing some yogurt and wishing my nose would stop running. The floor next to my side of the bed is covered in wads of kleenex. It looks as if a tiny army was trying to raid a castle using catapults filled with soggy tissue.


Alicia was kind enough to loan me three dollars before leaving for work today for the purpose of purchasing soup from the deli next door, but I've decided to opt out. Anything that requires me to get out of my bathrobe doesn't seem worth the effort.


On another note, visited Yur's over the weekend. This bar quickly wormed it's way into my heart and layed it's eggs. The waitstaff was helluva friendly, and the Pabst was exceedingly reasonable in price. I hear the jukebox is free plus they have two tournament sized pool tables. All this I never got a chance to visit since my ass was lovingly caressed by one of the many overstuffed black vinyl booths, and the siren song of PBR was drawing my full attention. Four star drinkin', baby.


Well, that's 'bout it for now. Think I'm gonna go dose up again on Robitussin and watch The Wizard of Oz while listening to Dark Side of the Moon.