By Tony Hicks
Tuesday, December 11th, 2007 at 1:58 pm in Uncategorized.
I’ve been sick for a couple of days, which is just AWESOME when you live with screaming children. Being sick was also especially nice last night, around midnight, when I realized hurricane-force winds were battering my house on garbage night.
I walked out to see garbage strewn all over the front lawn (which would probably not be so abnormal if I lived alone) and my can’s lid flipped up. Then I saw pile after pile of garbage and recyclables flying up the street, past my house. I wouldn’t been surprised to see a women on a broomstick, shaking her fist at me. I looked down the street and saw so many milk crate-ish recycling bins in the street, it was like looking at the Safeway loading dock after the night crew ties one on.
I dunno, maybe Concord could consider joining the 21st Century and start using REAL cans instead of milk crate-thingies.
But that’s not why I’m here. In fact, I think I forgot what my point was. Oh yes, cold medicine. Drug companies need to do a better job of telling you which cold medicine is supposed to amp you up so much you want to go to work despite your head weighing an extra 30 pounds, and which one will put you into an immediate 10-hour coma.
Because I took the wrong one last night, apparently. So not only am I still sick, I’m danged tired. Because I haven’t slept since Saturday or something. I’m not sure — the hallucinations make it hard to read the clock.
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