And before that...

It's... the best way I've found to explain it is that it feels like I have strep throat in my face, or if I'm going for pinpoint verbal accuracy, "Strep Face." Like it hurts to swallow, but above my palate, instead of in my throat. Regardless, it's getting better, and I only had a fever that first night. I slept about 13 hours that night and that seemed to take care of that, though it did set me back a little on packing. But everything is under control now; Ann came by last night and whipped my ass into shape, and I have energy again today and as long as i don't sneeze or swallow, no big whoop.

I leave tomorrow. TOMORROW. OY VEY. It's insanity. Well.. actually it's totally not insanity and I think that's what's so strange. I don't think anything has sunk in yet. It probably won't for a few weeks.

Anyway, while I'm on the road, kind Brodeur the Fantastical New England Dandy will be your subsitute Chen, updating fah, fah more frequently than ever I would. He will let you know what's on my mind while I'm on the road. Theoretically. He will probably leave out the hayseed sex fantasies. Orrrrrr maybe not. Who knows. I trust him. And he writes good.

See you on the other side. Oh yeah, i forgot to do the twenty questions things.. well the closest someone came was when Jez of Australia (OH MY GOD, DO YOU KNOW DR. JULIAN FINN? HOOK MY ASS UP!) said it had to do with octopuses. Because even though technically, there are no cephalopods to be fondled at my new place of business, i'm that excited about it.

Hey did i ever tell you about the extremely, extremely realistic dream i had about getting to play with an octopus, a huge one that "tasted" me and chilled out and took my regulator out of my mouth but just for fun (my subconscious stole that from "Ultimate Guide: Octopus") and it was the raddest thing ever and the texture seemed so realistic and I wish i could dream lucidly so I could have a pet octopus in my dream world? My pet octopus in my dream world's name would be Ponyboy.

Also Turbo and Olivia haven't come back even though I put out some corn flakes on the magic wildlife aquarium/air conditioner. I got to watch some squirrels eat up close though. But squirrels don't get names, cause "squirrel" is such a great word.

Ok see you on the other side for real.