The Flu II

[Feb. 15, 1997]

TIME:2:00 am or so

Sick and Tired Okay, now I'm sick good and proper. Probably the Flu. So I stayed home from work today. There goes my no-sicks record. Right now I'm at the stage where my entire body aches everywhere and I ooze. Yuck. So I made myself a bunch of Pork-flavored instant Ramen and ate that. Then I went to sleep. Woke up at 9 pm, made myself a bunch of Beef-flavored ramen (oh, the variety!) and started stumbling around the house trying to figure out what I can to do feel better quicker. It's a bunch warmer in my room than it is anywhere else in the house because I turned the evil wall heater on. So whenever I open the door to walk out into the kitchen (like say, to make more ______-flavored ramen) I get the "walking into the fridge" effect. At least my glasses don't fog up. Oh yeah. Since I'm sick I didn't bother to put in my contacts. That's how it usually works with me. So much so, in fact, that wearing my glasses reminds me of being sick.

	Hi, Ed & Steve
	Hey look, Steve and Ed just walked in. Steve is really drunk. Hey, he has stumbled into the bathroom. And now he's being projectile sick. Umm. Ed had a weird experience today. He was riding the bus to work, reading, as is normal for him. Suddenly, his feels an uncomfortable jabbing sensation. This guy next to him had his elbow digging into Ed's back. Ed turned around to look at him and said (politely) "Excuse me". "What the fuck are you lookin' at?!" The man, who looked about 40, replied. Ed decided not to pursue this line of conversation any further and continued to ride the bus quietly. When Ed got to the Commonwealth Building (where we work) (And so does Steve) he got up, turned to the guy, and said "Learn some manners." Then he walked off the bus. The guy (salt & pepper hair, laceration marks around his eye) walked off the bus behind him. He grabbed Ed by the shoulder, spun him around, and said the following: "Turn the Fuck around, fucker! You fucking think you can fucking say shit like that to my fucking face? You say fucking shit like that to me and I'll kick your fucking ass!" Then he clocked Ed in the side of the mouth. I may have missed a couple of words in the above quote, but you get the idea. Ed went up to work and put an ice pack on his bleeding mouth. Then I got email from him (here at home) which said "Today is weird. Call me."
	My Precious Metal Friend
Nerve is going to become more interesting in the coming weeks. We will be getting a frame relay connection here at my house. Of course, we won't be getting a router until a couple weeks later. Oh well. When everything is set up, I should have a fairly quick permanent net connection from Nerve. I'm going to be installing Linux on Nerve. Linux and XWindows. Won't that be fun? Then I'll run an http daemon on Nerve and then I can host my own page. The domain that we are registering is toxin.org. Thus, Nerve will be nerve.toxin.org. And Ed's computer will be aahz.toxin.org. In any case I'll have 5 Gb to put homepages in at that point. Eeee. Anyway I think the coughing stage of this sickness has begun. Ack ack ack ack See ya.

[Feb. 15, 1997]

TIME:2:00 am or so