Safety Cap's Journal: Son of a biscuit

What do you say when you can't say anything else?

So, we're getting ready to take the trek out to Los Angeles tomorrow; my sister had her baby boy two weeks ago (should we hook 'em up with Fortknox's daughter?).

I'm really looking forward to getting some good eats (Roscoe's Chicken 'n' Waffles, Tommy's Burger, etc), seeing the peeps, and getting a little relief from this 80 degree (26.67c) weather we've been having -- in Frebruary!

Yesterday I get the nasty cold from hell. I can feel it coming on Monday afternoon, and by that night I'm sweating and my body is producing buckets of mucus. Gaaahh!!!! I load up with drugs, and get 10 hours of fitful sleep.

Today I'm feeling a little better.

More sleep 'n' drugs tonight, and maybe I'll feel well enough by tomorrow. I can't really hang with the baby for a few more days until I get over this thing... sucks.

Oh, and I have no desire to eat anything. It is not fair.