More pointless drivel. Fewer pictures.

I need my camera back in operation. Soon.

The previously mentioned computer programmer friend, eMikey, offered to drive a few miles to pick me up "in the shit" for lunch at Boston Market. His computer programmer friend, Samir, came along and as you can guess, somebody mentioned 'Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.' I think I could have eaten an entire plate of the green bean casserole. Boston Market gets a way to go for making me forget about today's dull, day-long headache.

The local sports media have spent more time on Sammy Sosa in the past two days than they have on the Sox in the past month. Balance.

New thrill: The moment of awkwardness when you and a stranger run out of small-talk during a business call. I'm starting to force these for my own entertainment.

Stats:

Kiddie-paper crossword puzzle streak = 3
Weight lost during last week's bout with the flu = 4 lbs.
Weight restored since bout with the flu = 3 lbs.
Colds/flus etc. in past four weeks = 2
Colds/flus etc. in the past year = 3
Times I've gone to bed early this week = 0.

. . [~] . 0 (Grumble) Grumbles .