I suppose I should be happy that I wasn't actually nauseous, just getting my gag reflex triggered by coughing. Way too much coughing. But I'd have expected that to happen during the bronchitis of death earlier this week rather than now that I feel basically recovered otherwise.

And Horatio Sans reassures me that some things never change by never, ever being funny.

Chicago is a big town. It plays NY against LA, and laughs its evil laugh.

I am beginning to distrust Chicago.

Chicago, in point of fact, may cause coughs.

I trust Chicago okay. I'm just wary of waiting for a fun van to arrive in May at O'Hare when it ought to be warm and was in fact bitter bitter cold.

Hey, hog butchers to the world are very trustworthy.

or at the least a great source of ham and bacon.

Hey ita! I was just at the Hustler store and there was a gay porn video called Capoeria, where pretty boys fought in buff!

Thought of you.

secret santa gift in the making!

Now that I have a surfeit of free time, I feel like I should have people over for a holiday thing. I am 1/8th cleaned housewise. hmmm...

Fighting in the buff scares me, possibly because I have too many faces to put to the testicles.

I'm not sure I'd kick as many guys in the crotch if they were nekkid. I'd certainly punch fewer.

What you need is someone else to lick you. FYI.

I knew there was something I was forgetting.

I am so sad. I did low key socialising this evening, and I tire out so quickly. I'm so fucked when it comes to my brown belt test in January. I still plan on taking it, but that bitch is going to hurt.

Another thing about the Alias episode -- Sark forgoes his paycheque with a nod to Rachel Nichols.

Hey, hog butchers to the world are very trustworthy.

t looks askance at tommyrot, who lives near Chicago, and is thereby suspect