What better way to celebrate 2 days before Christmas than by sitting at home on your bed, typing a blog on your stone age laptop, while listening to Weird Al Yancovic? Wow. In the words of the aptly named Token Black Guy in those multirace-tolerant-yet-still-predominantly-white movies (or Not Another Teen Movie, if you prefer), "That's Wack!"
Oh, did I mention doing the activities above with a friggin' runny nose and equally painful sore throat? Dammit, now I know what a hose filled with paint thinner feels like. Now I hope a guy with meningococcemia didn't already coin that phrase for me.
A brief summary of today
I woke up trying to spit out the cement in my throat, and then my mom tells me to get ready to attend a Golden Wedding Anniversary at the Convention Center. The food was good. Well, at least the Buko Pandan Salad was. And the roast beef.
Then we went for coffee over at Tita Salma's. I ate again. Pork never tasted better. Now if my cold would have just kept me from sneezing and making my taste buds more receptive, it would have tasted a lot more delicious.
After dropping Kip off at the house, we went to the store, and SM after.
There were many people to infect.
Now how many people have stuffed noses and grit-throats? I wonder.:)