All the misery without the death sentence. At least I don’t think I am going to die. My body feels weak and achey. The inside of my head feels like a psycho merry-go-round. I am not surprised I got sick. Considering the filfth in the local public transportation, the fact that I got piss drunk off half a bottle of tequila last Thursday and the warmer weather - I don’t know why I *don’t* have SARS.
Will the end of us be our own failures at personal hygene? Having been in a Chicago Chinatown grocery store, barely surviving the stinch much less the exhibition of rotting food, I can see why all mutations of the flu originate from our Far East friends. Very good example of the problem with extreme population density and why free-range chickens are tasty.
I was just listening to Willie Nelson + Merle Haggard - It’s My Lazy Day