I stopped by the walk in clinic on Wednesday. Stupid me. Thinking that as Hometown is short of Drs, and there is a purported abundence of them in Worktown, I made the logical choice to go to a clinic in Worktown. 3 fucking hours later, I have a diagnosis of a viral infection in my throat, voice box and bronchials. Note, I said viral. As in, there is nothing we can do for you, so just go home and try not to suffer too much. He prescribed me some green stuff to gargle with. Which would be fine, except this stuff foams up as if it is mostly soap, and runs down my chin. I look like a fucking rabid martian ( pay attention now, I did say it was green after all. ) So to hell with that, and Im taking cough syrup and ibuprofen. I still have some of the lovely T3's from my surgery, but somehow, going to work stoned is just not nearly as good an idea as how fun it might sound.... More on that later.

Christmas lights now up. I refused to put them up before December. Remember, folks, this is supposed to be the celebration of Christs birth, not Mary's last trimester. Seriously. The Xmas decos were in the store at the SAME TIME as the Halloween ones. Sorta fucked up to see Santa right there next to the hooded dude from those "I know what you did" movies. Or is it?