Finally went to see Doc Cottle Tuesday to get this little wracking cough I have looked at it. Of course it couldn’t just be a simple, leftover remnant of my cold — no, it had to be fucking bronchitis. “Post-viral bronchitis” to be specific. The good doctor prescribed steroids to get rid of it, and lo hasn’t that made the last few days fun. I took my last dose this morning, thank the gods. Aside from making me feel vaguely nauseous most of the time, in that acid reflux sort of way, they’ve also been ensuring that I only get about four hours of sleep a night. And I think the ‘roids are turning me into a grumpypants, too. I’ve been a lot shorter with people lately than I usually am, and just generally irritable and in a crappy mood. Or that could just be because I haven’t been feeling fell for the last three weeks. Meh.
Last night was fun: we had another Battlestar Galactica Night at Jason’s house. The episode was riveting, as usual, the pizza was good, the Smirnoff Razamataz was tasty, and the company was entertaining. Nick brought Diana and his “dude” Chris along. Diana is fun to talk with, and Chris is just hilarious. They dressed like pirates; I think because it had something to do with something called “Halloween.” I most assuredly had more fun at our “Battlestar-Galactica-Ween” than I would have had at a certain someone’s “Halo-ween” gala that was running concurrently yesterday, about ten houses down the road. For my money, a night of Battlestar Galactica and pizza trumps getting pissed off at a video game that everyone else playing is godslike at. I’m sure those frakkers had fun, though.
In about an hour or so I’m going to Columbus to see my sister. Not so much because I want to enjoy my sister’s company, but more that I really want to see Jon Stewart get his funny on, in person. The Daily Show host is doing some sort of live thing for the OSU students. I honestly don’t know too many more details about the event, other than that it will probably by goddamn funny.
JAB
Ah, steroids. That takes me back. I remember when they made me quite the asshole. Glad you guys had a good time. Up the street I’d say we enjoyed ourselves. Nick, Chris, and Diana stopped by and Nick tried one of my red bulls from Thailand.
Sounds like Halo-ween had the pwn hammer thoroughly dropped on its proverbial little grape-head.
I doubt it. To each his own.
Or should I say pwn.
I’m surprised Doc Cottle didn’t just make you walk it off as opposed to giving you those “mumbo jumbo drugs”. Did he ash on you during your exam? he did that to me once and burnt a hole in my jeans. Frakkin asshole.
You doubt what, that you party got pwned? If Josh and Nick weren’t there, it couldn’t have been that great. Not to mention I’d heard that quite a few people were insisting on Mario Kart 64, a game FIVE YEARS older than Halo 2, before they’d even consider coming. So yeah, call it trounced, beaten, thrashed, lambasted, or even the ever-lame pwned, but it all describes what your party got in spades, little man.
And by the way, “to each his own” is the comeback a retarded kid would use when other children berate him for eating the corn out of his poop, so you might want to keep quiet next time.