7.3.00 - 03:25:05
I've come down with one of those nasty summer colds. I haven't had one in a long time and I've never been ill in the summer without air conditioning. As a result, yesterday was extraordinarily uncomfortable. It was over 90 degrees in here and the air was very still. I sat around all day, hot, sniffly and mopey. Just waiting for the moment when I could dose up on NyQuil and go to bed.
At 11:00 pm I set the cot up in the sun room (so as not to wake Hula Pet during the night with my fits of coughing) downed a shot of that green syrupy elixir that promised me a restful respite from my symptoms, stripped down to nearly nothing and laid down on the starchy sheets, closed my eyes and waited for something good to happen.
Something happened alright, I was suddenly alarmed by the sight of pink veins through my eyelids. This was immediately followed by a tremendous bang. I knew right away what was going on--there was a thunderstorm coming through. But for the life of me, I couldn't move.
I stayed in this strange half place for a long time. Moving in and out of consciousness every time lightening struck. It was peculiar and dreamy and I rather liked it. I woke the next morning, however, with the cot moved all the way in to the living room, away from the windows. I'm pretty sure the aliens must have come in and moved me away from danger because I sure as hell don't remember doing it.
Oh wait. Hula wants me to ask you a question. I have this pair of plaid boxer shorts. Actually, they're his, but he's never worn them. Occasionally, I wear them around the house and I don't think they resemble underwear at all. They look like shorts to me. Extremely casual shorts.
Anyway, Hula's appalled that I wanted to wear them out in public. Now I wasn't planning on going to Charlie Trotter's this get-up, I only wanted to run a simple errand.
| He suggested I post a picture of me in them on the Internet and ask you to decide. (I figure he thinks I'm too chicken and will subsequently tell me, "If you won't put them on the Internet, how can you go out in public like that?") You tell me. Can I run to the Henny Penny for a quart of milk like this or do I have to change? |
PRIVATE to Andreas: I fixed the code. Is this better?
