azythromycin, my lord and savior
So three days ago I felt like a train wreck. The day before yesterday, I felt like a multi-car pileup. Yesterday, I felt like a nasty highway accident. Today, I feel like a jarring collision with consequences to somebody's insurance premiums. Tomorrow: a fender bender? By Saturday, dare I hope, a dinged side mirror? And by Sunday, if I'm lucky, I might feel like I just need an oil change.
Oh, it's been exciting times, here. I have thrice mistaken my lumpy cat for a pillow in the night, adjusted her accordingly, observed from the resulting squeak that she was, in fact, a cat, and then fallen asleep on her anyway. I call this American resourcefulness in the face of adversity.
Yes, it's been a world-beating week, over here. I'll be back on my feet soon, folks, and then I'll get all those commissioned drawings and e-mails and midnight garden trysts taken care of.
Oh, it's been exciting times, here. I have thrice mistaken my lumpy cat for a pillow in the night, adjusted her accordingly, observed from the resulting squeak that she was, in fact, a cat, and then fallen asleep on her anyway. I call this American resourcefulness in the face of adversity.
Yes, it's been a world-beating week, over here. I'll be back on my feet soon, folks, and then I'll get all those commissioned drawings and e-mails and midnight garden trysts taken care of.