more cowbell

so i was at sea-tac airport yesterday, waiting for patrick's flight to come in and i was fucking starving. so i go over to one of those over-priced airport snack/newspaper/coffee shops and see a moonpie. this looks genius to me, so i get it. i should have been warned when none of the fucking cashiers could get it to scan. right then i should've said, look i'll get one of those fresh donuts instead. but i didn't. i was committed to the moonpie. which was retarded, because as soon as i started eating it i realized that moonpies taste like shit and threw most of it away.

i then spent the rest of the day in bed with a fever (totally unrelated to the moonpie). this morning the fever is gone, but the sore throat and vertigo persist. it's been over a year since i had a fever and while it sucked, the sleep was amazing. to say nothing of the nightmares. in one of them, the daughter of the pastor whose church i went to as a kid was trying to kill me with this funky blow-dart gun.

so yeah, good sunday