Sick. Bleh.
For the record, getting the flu the morning you head to Vegas
for one of your best friend’s wedding sucks. Having it reach
full-intensity at the reception? Even more so.
Ugh. In the last 48
hours I’ve eaten a cut of steak (after which I got nauseous) and about
300 gallons of orange juice.
Today wasn’t as bad as last night and on the upside, I’m home now and
bed is looking mighty tempting. A few things to get done for work
tomorrow, but after that it’s beddy-bye for me.
Odd thing, I never used to get sick. The last time I really got sick
was about six years. I remember it well because it when I was
supposed to be moving from one apartment to another with Sang & Geoff,
and awesome buddies that they are, they moved most of my stuff for me
while I laid in a cold sweet in bed. (I think for that I have eternal
moving obligations.)
Saw quite a few political ads in that swing state of Nevada. At one
point there were three back-to-back-to-back pro-Kerry ads and on
Fox to boot. One of them I found surprisingly interesting &
direct. More on that latter.
