Leftover Chinese Hosts the Annual Virus Retreat

In what's turning into a February tradition, something visits the body and asks for a
lot of help in getting through my body. Though nowhere as bad as the 2004 edition, I'm still annoyed. Hydrate. Hydrate. Couch. Couch.

So I'm watching a second-rate "Texas hold them" poker tournament on TV right now and the amateurs are playing like idiots. The chip leader is this chatty Asian woman with a heavy accent, frequent laugh, and dumb luck. I'm pretty sure the other dudes at the table are seriously scared of her.

Earlier today I watched Colors in its entirety. Around the time this movie came out, I let the commercials and clips invade the subconscious and had a dream that Sean Penn was my gym teacher. It was scary. Eighteen years later his character seems more like a laughable prick. Heh.

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