Sep. 15th, 2011

Do I control the weather?

Chicagowans know what I'm talking about. It's actually cold here today, startlingly so. Not quite leather-jacket cold, but I did wear a light coat. (I am a sucker for coats. I own about six, plus way more hoodies than is prudent for a man of my age and station.)

So after my challenge to Winter on Monday, I can only assume that I have a special conduit to the gods of weather, or at the very least the gods of winter. Job well done me. HEY WINTER I WANT A LOT OF SNOW AND NONE OF THAT BULLSHIT FREEZING RAIN, K?

I guess we'll see in spring how well I do.
All power comes at a cost, my children. Remember that.

Apparently the price of controlling the weather is bronchitis, for reference. But I have a z-pak, which I always thought sounded like a fizzy drink, and some kind of steroid for my sinuses, and something tussen for my cough. Good timing, body; you picked the one week in the last twenty where buying all the pills actually puts me in financial peril.

Still, better this week than next, when I have to fly home to Texas. I'm never travelling sick again; last time I didn't actually die on the flight to Philadelphia, I just wished I could.

I did get a lovely big birthday package from a dear friend, which was full of chocolate and fancy socks, which will help me survive spending the weekend in bed when I was scheduled to go to:

-- The Art Institute (tonight)
-- A tech show at the Trib Tower (tomorrow night)
-- Elmhurst (eternal Elmhurst!) on Saturday
-- DePaul's new art museum on Sunday

Instead, I will be:

-- Sleeping.

Way to go, me.

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