I'm going to recommend ginger capusules rather than Dramamine, so you won't be a zombie when you get there.
I support Sparky's rec. Dramamine is, for me, often worse than the ill. This coming from someone whose trip up Hwy1 as a child became ledge-n-dairy in the retelling over the years. At one point, the proprietor of one establishment cried in sympathy for me and suggsted putting a brown bag next to my tummy to keep it warm and cut down on the barfing. You might guess what it ended up being used for.
That is such gorgeous country, but that road can be hell on the belly.
Shir, can you buy the already cooked and peeled chestnuts next time.
Hil, the stupid things people say never fails to amaze me.
Hil, send him over to Israel.
He'll be surrounded.
Hil, the stupid things people say never fails to amaze me.
Actually, at this point I think the entire rest of the world is getting smarter; I'm pretty sure this one officemate of Hil's is blowing through several dozen people's lifetime allotments of stupid things to say. Pretty soon all the rest of us are going to run out completely.
Hil, I'm pretty sure your office mate is an alien.
The other distressing thing about Hil's office mate is that he just can't keep his stereotypes straight. If here Uncle WERE a holocaust survivor his heart attack would have had a cause. And they all would have known it because every third person at the table would have been a psychiatrist.
Not only have I had enough with the show, but I still feel like shit, so why stay up in the cold & rain, right?
Absolutely. Tomorrow's supposed to be even yuckier. I plan on staying in until the sun comes out again. Everytime we have these huge temp shifts I end up with sinus and breathing issues and I am SO. OVER. IT.
Job prospects are crap other that little contracting jobs here and there.
MJSSP is chugging along. He goes to visit a place sometime soon. It's not in Dallas, though.
Also, it looks like we've been invited to Scotland this summer.
