I’m finally feeling a bit better. To be honest, I’m pretty terrible at being sick. On Saturday I laid in bed with my barbed wire throat and an extremely profitable mucas production plant with surplus inventory in my sinuses. On the verge of death at 7:30… waiting… waiting for a dosage of medicine to arrive from my all too generous friends.
And then, arriving out of the fog with trumpets blaring and mexican doves swarming, JonAbad appeared riding some sort of holy giraffee rhinocerous lion beast. He dismounted. I swear his adidas had wings.
He approached and revealed a treasure chest that glowed and emitted the warmth of an embrace. He opened it. And there it was. The ambrosia of medicine:
Soon thereafter I slept for 11 hours.