Nothing a li'l beer can't cure

Being sick sucks.

For two days I sat around in my pajamas, blowing my nose, watching old episodes of Dawson's Creek (including the one where Abby got shitfaced, fell off a pier and died. It's my favorite episode ever) and waking the cats up every few minutes or so to force them to play with me. Jake swore a few pints would cure what's ailing me, and I was skeptical but decided I'd give it a try.

Actually, he said Guinness, specifically, but they were all out of Guiness at dba, where I met Linus for a few last night. He's a little fella, and a great storyteller. We had a smashing time. And I'm not sick anymore. Which is good, because I'm taking Sean Conrad to his first burlesque show tonight. And yes, sometimes I actually hang out with people I have not met online, but lately, not often.