There's something wrong with my face. No, seriously: I have a rash or some darn thing around my eyes. The good doctor from Macungie Medical Group - which is open during, like, real people hours - suggested that perhaps I gave myself poison ________ (insert plant name) via sunglasses which may have been set down in same. Shoot. Now I'm paying for it.
Other than that a pretty normal week. NOT! Between the financial market hubbub, my regular job that lately seems to consist of finding fires to add to my list and trying to put them out to cross them back off, steroid-induced stupors in the mid-evening hours, and a trip down to Royersford to meet Ryan P from the summer of ought-six it has been anything but a normal week.
Thursday, September 18, 2008