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Holiday in Cambodia
I think I'm fighting off the flu. Ugh. I'll be staying in tonight where it's warm.
Fortunately, my mother has passed down her infallable recipe for curing any manner of viral unhappiness. Hot tea with lemon, ginger, honey and big fuckoff slop of whiskey. Ain't no bug born that can mutate to resist that.
Anyway. Haven't been keeping up with a lot of you as regularily as I could -- too much other stuff going on these days. Which means I also haven't really been writing anything terribly interesting lately.
However, I am fully cognizant of the fact that I did say I was going to start writing down some of the sillier things that have happened to me. I've actually been recording this one since I finished the last one all those months ago, logging in to add a paragraph here and there, forgetting about it for weeks, then getting a long boring shift at work and adding a couple more.
It's a long bastard.
( So without further ado, I take you to the summer of 1979 )
Fortunately, my mother has passed down her infallable recipe for curing any manner of viral unhappiness. Hot tea with lemon, ginger, honey and big fuckoff slop of whiskey. Ain't no bug born that can mutate to resist that.
Anyway. Haven't been keeping up with a lot of you as regularily as I could -- too much other stuff going on these days. Which means I also haven't really been writing anything terribly interesting lately.
However, I am fully cognizant of the fact that I did say I was going to start writing down some of the sillier things that have happened to me. I've actually been recording this one since I finished the last one all those months ago, logging in to add a paragraph here and there, forgetting about it for weeks, then getting a long boring shift at work and adding a couple more.
It's a long bastard.
( So without further ado, I take you to the summer of 1979 )