I awoke this morning...well, several times this morning and last night...to fits of sneezing. And they continue. I believe, with all my heart, that I have a full-blown cold. All the other symptoms are there. Stuffed-up head, mild fever, slightly throbbing headache, puffy eyes. Oh well, it happens every once in a while, so I'll just have to muddle through it. But I hate that I have to fly tomorrow...the pressurized aircraft will do a real job on my inner ears.
Maybe I should just buy a car out here and drive it home. That would serve my current car, the bastard, right. But a trip from Long Beach to Dallas would probably take more time than I can realistically afford to give it.
For reasons unknown, as I awoke to my sneezing fit this morning, I remembered an episode in a restaurant in Beijing in 2006, wherein one the waitstaff could not pronounce "chicken" and instead spoke the word, "kitten." It was at once deliriously funny and horrifying to hear her describe the ingredients of the meal someone at the table had just eaten.
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