Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Monday, February 28, 2005

The Cure For What Ails You

As we were discussing our lunch options today I had a hankering for a hot pastrami sandwich with yellow mustard. Now, I don't generally crave pastrami. In fact the first time I had it was only about 3 years ago (after I figured out what animal this odd meat came from) and the last time I had it was over a year ago. Regardless, I wanted pastrami and since it was the first sign of an appetite in four days, I went with it. I am now happy to report I'm on my way to feeling human finally. I can attribute this to one of two things. Either all my bitching and moaning about being sick finally beat the illness down into submission or the pastrami sandwich I had at lunch kicked the germs' butts. More likely it is a result of the vast amount of TheraFlu I drank this weekend combined with 40+ hours of sleep....but wouldn't life be better if all things bad were made good by pastrami?
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