With what seems to be an invincible inevitability, I have gotten sick just prior to my vacation. If I could somehow exchange for fresh ones all the days of vacation I have spent in the throes of some kind of illness, I could take all of 2004 off. Anyway, this thing -- which I'm hoping is just a cold instead of the preliminary stages of the flu -- is a bit more worrisome than normal, because tomorrow afternoon, I get in my car and begin a 2000-mile drive. I don't want to do this in the midst of a codeine fit lest I end up as the grill ornament of someone's cab-over Pete, right next to the severed Garfield. So send me some healthy vibes, if you've got any.
It's very cold in Chicago today, but actually quite lovely -- a cool blue-gray with the remnants of Tuesday's snow still lingering around. This will be the first Christmas in a while I've not been in the Big Town; after 25 years of 80-degree holidays, I've finally gotten used to the notion of a white Christmas, and it'll be strange to spend it in San Antonio.
Which town, by the way, I profoundly hope is less boring than it was the last time I was there.
So, downside: me sick and hacky. On the up tip, though, I just got a hundred smackers for doing a very easy freelance gig that I knocked off about a month back, and the old man coughed up a surprisingly meaty check for Christmas (my dad is the only person who takes me seriously when I answer the question "what do you want for Christmas?" with the word "money"). And my friend Lara gave me a couple of nifty CDs which I am enjoying right now, and I'm actually looking forward to the road trip, assuming I don't spend the majority of it in an influenza stupor and the remainder of it in an intensive care ward. HEY ALL RIGHT!
Man, just a tip for you: the "Ny" in "NyQuil" stands for "nyght". Don't take that shit during the day or you'll feel like Clubber Lang has been smackin' you around like a side of beef for 6 hours.