I am sick. It started over the weekend and now I am feeling foggy and stuffy and drippy and just-generally-miserable. Yay for hot coffee.
I can never remember what you’re supposed to starve: the cold or the fever. It seems like I always hear people stay “starve a cold, feed a fever”, but it makes more sense to starve the fever, seeing as that’s when encounters with vomit are more likely. As with everything I’m unsure/curious/would-never
-really-need-to-know, I Googled it. So there’s your answer, once and for all. Don’t get it wrong anymore, wrong people.
This takes the “Weirdest News Story I’ve Heard in a While” award. Apparently, two people thought they could cash a dead man’s social security check so long as they wheeled his body to the check cashing establishment. I wish I had been there. You know, to smack them upside the head.
I love that scratchy sound when fingers shift over acoustic guitar strings. People who play guitar say that sound is a mistake. But I love it. Totally random, but there it is.