Tire Tracks on my Suitcase?
I am sick again. Maybe it's time to stop smoking. I am always tired. I get sick so easily. I have always had some problems with my nose. The only time I didn't was in Mexico. There, in Oaxaca, the desert never aggravated my allergies. Mexico has totally different problems such as the bad water, armed revolution, and lost luggage at Mexico City International Airport. I actually got a suitcase back once with tire tracks on it. I went to the desk and showed them the tracks--they ran it over with the plane!--and was awarded a voucher for over $300 US. When an airline company employee readily awards you that kind of money without a thousand questions you are quite clearly in the right. Huge tire tracks! Let's hop off that tangent and get back to business. We are not in Mexico. We are at home, in front of the computer drinking green tea and coughing, occassionally feeling the head with the palm of the hand to monitor this weak yet nagging fever. I can't sleep, I have relaxed too much today. So what can I do? I took Nyquil (shameless plug to influence Boogle Ads-dense) twice last night, so it won't have much kick tonight. It has a half-life of about a day. It's still great stuff. What listerine is to gum-care it is to the common cold. My fingers are becoming too weak to type, you know that achy flu-like arthritic feeling.
