Oh, the disgusting things the body produces

I am back. I also feel like shit. I am achy, my lower back is killing me and apparently I was moaning in my sleep last night. I find that hard to believe because I had another disjointed sleep which left me awake at ten to five this morning. The best part is that I have the start of one of those "wet" coughs. It is one of those that shakes my whole body and hurts like hell. When I get a good one going, I am coughing up some wicked looking "lung butter". As gross as that may sound, the real deal is far worse. I get it all, the audio, the visual and the tactile.

What is it about this time in February that gets me sick. My two bouts of the flu occurred in February (2000 and 2002). Both of those times I was bed ridden, sweaty and felt like crap. At least in 2002, I had Olympic hockey to watch. I am not stay at home sick, at least not yet. I know that you all care so damn much about this.

As I look back, I recall that this time of year, at least while in undergrad, was Reading Week or near Reading Week. During my first year, it was Reading Week, the middle of it. The next year, it was a Friday and I blew off the day (I only had one class-Organic Chemistry at noon) as I went down to Florida with Willie. We had a 7 am flight. I was working on no sleep, kind of like now. The best part was when the stewardess, flight attendant, waitress in the sky, asked if we wanted a drink. It was Wardair and the airlines had not figured out that they could cheap out and get you to overpay for booze. I thought it odd as it was about 9:30 am at the time. In fact, I said so, but the stewardess was insistent. She hit us with logic. Her reasoning was that we were up around five. Normally, we would be up around noon. By her logic, it was the equivalent of 4:30 pm, so I had a double. Nothing like picking up your rental car, a red Dodge Laser, while in the midst of an alcohol buzz. I loved those days of recklesness. What the hell happened to me/us? Damn that aging and maturing! Well, for me it is aging without the maturing.

On that happy note, I will leave you to cough up a lung. Ciao!