There has to be some kind of a clinical explanation for why we are a lot more susceptible to emotional breakdown in times of ailments like fever or flu. Or it might be just me...because ever since I contracted fever a couple of days ago, I've found myself closer to crying than ever before. Its so funny its not even funny!

An article about an Ethiopian Coffee Ceremony and free samples of croissants can do strange things.
It can make you travel across town for a coffee and then get you drenched in the rain on the way back. As if to deduct any pragmatism left of this, I chose to wear a Tantra t-shirt that said 'allergic to morons'. But Leela Palace was admittedly a 'starry' experience!

In the same vein of fever-catalysts, we have 'a rock show and typical post-show indulgences'. (I hate to assume such a high level of discretion on my own blog, but such are the consequences.)
Lets just say lying in your own puke for the first time ever renders you with a consciousness that you have achieved the lowest life function possible. Damn that OMR!

Wait, this might be guilt operating on a subconscious level to get me to cry. Bitchax!

So here I am, missing my inter-anals (copyrighted term for internals) and well on course to miss a bike-trip out of state. On the flip-side, I was never a major bike-trip fan...especially when it comes to riding out of state.
I mean I love bikes but prefer car-trips...in much the same way that I love milk but prefer a fruit-juice to a milkshake, ya know.

Atishoo! aargh...lying in your bed all day with used tissues strewn all over is about the next most skincrawling thing after warm toilet seats and flies in your lemonade. Tuffax!