WOKKA!

For all of you who say
"Just a quick second"
I'll have you know
that a second
is actually a fixed
amount of time
which is why it is called a second

Then again, some moments do seem to be longer than others....

MY MAN

My man
Just dipped
his
Chocolate chip
cookie
into his
chicken noodle
soup

He's doing it again
and saying....
"mmmmmmmmm"

Cheeky Ass Mo-Fo

I've seen the Two Towers twice this week.
In case you don't know...I 'm a Huge Geek.

Peter Jackson is very cheeky.
I was a little peevish about some of the changes.

Legolas was the only elf at Helm's Deep, dammit!
That was the point....elves were going, the time of man was beginning.

Is Jackson going to turn Eowyn into a homewrecker?
He had Better Not detract from how much she kicks ass.
Then again, could such a tiny wee actress Realistically kick ass...
yes, as a woman I DO feel entitled to comment.
The hobbits probably weight more than she does.

Arwen & Aragorn...whatever.

They made Faramir into a knob.
I especially resent this as I had a big crush
on him when I first read the books at the tender age of ten.

I was bitching about Legolas surf/skateboarding down stairs
whilst firing off arrows at the battle of Helm's Deep.
I was disappointed with that, I felt it Cheap.
My friend Mike pointed out that if he had a 20 Dexterity like Legolas,
he'd be doing loads of crazy stuff like that. Good point.

During one of the big expansive scenery shots
showing Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas running
...Legolas very clearly stumbles...yeah right, an elf stumbled.
And The Queen burps the alaphabet.

Most importantly...I can't look at Sean Astin (Sam Gamgee)
without chanting "Rudy. Ru-Dy! Ru-Dy!" in my head.
He'll always play for Notre Dame to me.

My list of little bitching bitches could go on and on and on.....

None of it really matters.
I LOVED IT
I've been waiting my whole geeky life to see these movies!

How cool was Legolas' one-armed and
backwards mounting of a horse at full gallop with a passenger?

Brad Dourif as Grima Wormtongue?

Gollum!

Tree Ents!!

Helm's Deep!

Theoden!

Gandalf and the Balrog battling down, down, down...
I'm still giddy.
That was damn goooooood!

Brilliant.

Hawksley Workman is cool.
Maybe too cool.
Crazy little sass man.

having kind people in your life is wonderful
being a kind person is essential

Oh yes....

it must
be
noted...
and
placed
HERE
for the
record

I
am
Very
HAPPY!!!!!

(skip, jump, spin..clumsily of course...it's damn late)

I lost all my gear
and have been trying to get it back
unsuccessfully for hours....
Diablo II is evil!!!

Home Sweet Home
Back in Toronto

Alice Cooper's "18" is playing on the radio.
Sigh...

When I was eighteen, I thought it very deep.
(I thought just about everything was deep)

I think Alice is underrated.
Only Women Bleed...
Under My Wheels...
Hello Hooray...
Welcome to my Nightmare...
There's no one quite like Alice Cooper.

The dude is wierd, there's no contesting that.
"The King of Shock Rock"
Hmm...I can get beyond that.

I used to date a guy who looked a lot like Alice Cooper
It freaked me out
He'd be talking away innocently...
I'd be picturing the black eye paint.

The Crow don't have a thing on Alice

Release Me

playing euchre stoned,
while listening to
and singing
Bohemian Rhapsody is
really, really fun
especially if
you don't even realise
what a hosehead
you are being

favourite thing about the holidays
....toasted turkey sammiches!

People, people, people everywhere

Today brought rest and an ounce of privacy.
Fancy that during family holidays!
That's some crazy stuff.

I got festive today and bought a wreath for our door...
It's a cool wreath...but it's still a wreath....

I have become domesticated.

1-2-3-4-5-6-7
All good children
Go to heaven....

Oh that magic feeling
no where to go
Oh that magic felling
no where to go
no where to go...........!

Another day....another road trip
Ottawa today
No snow

In the car with two little pixie nieces
Counting ponies and bird nests
Singing Beatles tunes

ROAD TRIP!!!

There may Even Be Snow....

Things necessary On The Road:
CSN&Y, So Far (nostalgia)
Hippy Mix (nostalgia)
Tim Horton's Coffee (nostalgia)
Tim Horton's Apple Fritter (nostalgia)

I so enjoy the hypnotic mesmerism of
zoning to kick ass music and looking for
farmland, pretty skies, or whatever holds
a moment of interest on the road...
ah...the stories unfold
I Love To Zone on the Road!

I'm so very excited!

Elton

I was thinking about Elton John again.
It is so hard to belive that
there was a time when he
Didn't Suck, musically...

He really has been making awful
horrid saccharine drippy lame music
for many years now

For anyone who has never heard the old Elton...
It now hurts to say it because he's so terrible
but....well...he used to be very cool

An innovator
A rebel even
Not some frou-frou ponce
with a massive sap factor

At Least BOWIE Still Kicks Ass!!!

Adventure and Intrigue

How very mysterious blog archives are...when they just disappear!
Pooooooof
Especially that I know piss-all about the blogging thing

My Friggin Archives are Back!

My Friggin Archives are Gone!!

Talkin' Bout a Madman
Across the water

Tiny Dancer....
Great song by Elton John back
when he used to make great music
For all of you who don't know this song....
you may remember it from Almost Famous

Hold me closer Tiny Dancer....

Yes, that's the one.

My friend's little brother has been singing
"Hold me closer TONY DANZA"for as long as he can remember

Hold Me Closer Tony Danza
(weird trivia link)

That's better than
Slow Talking Walter
Fire Engine Guy
(sung to the tune of
Smoke on the Water)

Pardon?

Today, instead of sneezing on people
I am yelling
My head is so congested that I can not
Hear well at all
I can't tell how loudly I am talking

This cold is moving fast, at least!

Being "hard of hearing"
as my nearly deaf Grandmother Isabel
used to say (it was all she'd admit to)
is a usual problem for me to a certain extent
I can hear pretty well
except when there is background noise
then I get all confused
and I don't know how loudly I am speaking

I feel bad for my boyfriend when I do this
He doesn't want to have to tell me
that I am being frighteningly loud and
it's a little embarassing maybe,
but is actually more about the pain because I am
Yelling In His Ear

Which is just fine considering......
How Loudly He Snores

Sneezers

A-Choo
A-Choo
To you
and you
and you.....


My friend G lists my sneezes as one of her favourite things to hear.
I think it is very lovely that she feels this way about my sneezes, thanks G

Like a kitten being gently spanked underwater
is kind of what is sounds like when I sneeze

I buckled and bought kleenex with lotion after work
my nose was very very sore and my face was burning
( I ran out of Kleenex at the office and was using napkins -ouches after awhile)
people were staring at my odd puff face red nose
(was she crying? is she ok? wow, she must feel horrrrible)
which is funny, just about the only thing
that kept me from falling asleep in transit

I'm a regular at the drug
store by my office
the nutty OCD guy at the counter said,
" I hope you feel better soon
cause you look like shit!"
I love that dude!!

Dearest Most Excellent Blog Readers
Don't you just want to smack Shania?
(Warning: that hyperlink is going to hurt)

Goof for you Timmins girl!
You did it, you made it.

Now stop making such crap music

And whats goin on with your stylist?
Fire that employee!

Sniffle

If I hadn't had such a blast
hanging out with Mary the two and a half year old
If I hadn't been running around with her
and if I hadn't been carrying her
and hugging her
If I hadn't had so much fun
I wouldn't have this cold I seem to have.

Of course not smoking would have helped as well

Thank you to her Dad for the original germ
Cheers to her Mom who is now with cold as well
Right on to you both for having Such a Cool Daughter

I really giggle over her calling her effluvium "sneezers"
That is some groovy spawn you have there

The Fortress of Solitude

Though I sit upstairs and away form most of the rest of the staff here.
Though I hear their CHUM FM all the way up here and it hurts.
Though they are presently cranking very bad Christmas music
I will always have my speakers.

I can gently diffuse
with whatever I like.

Today...
The Be Good Tanyas.
Pink Floyd, Dark Side if the Moon
The Rolling Stones, Let it Bleed
(my boss likes the stones)

I like it when things are silent.

I am afraid to go downstairs.....

Hachachacha

Twice today, I have gone into Blogger to update.
I have written paragraphs of "Very Intelligent Matter."
Both times, all my work has been accidently erased by the
oopsydaisy touching of one little key.

A lesson.

Sometimes you have to settle down
into not saying
what you
intended
to say

THE TWO TOWERS

Guess how many
times
I am going
to see
The Two Towers
this during
the holiday break?

SOO GIRL

I am from The Soo. This small town is located "at the heart of the Great Lakes." Where nobody seems to live (look at the lonely point in the middle of the lakes Superior, Michigan and Huron).

Many people have told me, "Wow, I've met a lot of people from The Soo who live here in Toronto." This is due to the fact that we all must to leave because there are not enough jobs to go around. The gene pool is a pond.

Diaspora.

The Soo is a beautiful place to be from. I cross-country skied every day after school in the winter. In the summer we took turns touring the endless sandy beaches. My Dad used to take me out camping for a week at a time with a compass and a canoe. Fresh air, cold water, the unspoiled beauty of Superior's shores are nothing to be scoffed at.

The Soo is North of Toronto. It is not North like Moosonee. To all of the people who think that I am from Thunder Bay, Timmins, North Bay and any other town which is not in Southern Ontario, shame on you. I am a girl form the North Country, I don't mind representing for "The North," but I would like it if folks had a geographical clue regarding the province they live in.

A lot of people seem to imagine existence in The Soo a rough life. As if we all travel around on snowmobiles and throw rocks at each other. I'm not the red neck Half Pint (of whiskey) Laura Ingalls for petesakes. I'm just from somewhere that you might not have gotten around to knowing yet.

I'm from The Soo. My glass is not half empty or half full. I drink it right out of the bottle.

SHAME

I had to staple a few things today.
It hurt. My hand is sore.
Why?

Not Bowling

Not Yoga

Not shovelling snow

DIABLO II

SHAME

Tissue Issues

I stop calling everyone
SNOT FACE
this time of year
because
it becomes a
little
Obvious
in winter
.

WINTER WONDERLAND

Two inches of snow means getting to work in twice the time.
Cranky waiting for the bus people.
I like the snow though.
Yay snow.

Listening to: Madman Across the Water
Playing: Diablo II
Drinking: A lot of water

Bowling and Drinking
Drinking and Bowling

Bowlerama.

My boyfriend owns his own bowling ball.
He has a towel just for wiping that bowling ball down.

He loves bowling, I love curling.
We both like to throw heavy things.
Isn't it sweet.

Having bowled maybe...ten times ever,
I can say that I am not serious about bowling.

I suck at bowling.
That does not get in the way of my personal enjoyment of the game.
The company I was in last night seemed to have the same attitude.

There were some serious bowlers with us last night.
Hats off to them, with their good bowling posture.
They were patient and inspiring.

Last night was the perfect bowling night.
It was so much fun that I can see why someone might
decide to get their own bowling ball with it's own special towel.

100th Monkey...Global Warming

It's December 14...
I just had me a walk in the Morning Dew.
It is warm out there.

I've been thinking about this weather thing. I have pondered on whether the Collective Consciousness of this city has warmed it's winters.
This city is full of a lot of folks from warmer climes, whom I know are thinking "please warm up! please warm up!"
We live in a universe of free will. It could happen! You get enough people thinking the same way...amazing things happen.
Or hell-ya...it could be Global Warming.

GLOAT

I am going to have 17 days off!
Yummmmmmmy
Smiles.

BAND AID

The year was 1984, I was 14.
I read Orwell's 1984 the previous year, just in case I needed to prepare for anything.

Music videos were new. My erstwhile friends and I would go to the only good mall in town ( The Station Mall, truly the centre of it all) to hang out on the weekends. We would go watch music videos on the projection screen in the arcade which had a mookish name, AJ’s.

We were all a little nervous of the Gorocks (metal heads) menacingly eyeing us Freaks, playing foozball and pinball. I
t was like Quadrophenia, except not at all.
We were bored kids.
The Soo didn’t have Mods or Rockers, or anything nearly so exciting.
Though I know we all thirsted for it.

I had a huge crush on David Bowie's Thin White Duke,
had goofy purple hair and wrote a lot of bad poetry ( not much has changed).

A whole new world was before us on the video screen.
Squished between Cyndi Lauper and Def Leppard was Band Aid, “Feed the World.”
I knew about the “Boomtown Rats.”
Bob Geldof was the dude who didn’t like Mondays and was impossibly cool.
He practically shaved his own nipples off in front the camera starring in Pink Floyd’s, The Wall.
Geldof was much cooler that our desperately cute lameness could factor.
Sitting in an arcade, in the mall, in The Soo.
I tried hard to be cynical, it was the thing to do.
It just didn’t work for me.
The Mary Poppins attitude poked through.

Here’s to Bob Geldof, Sir or not a Sir!
(Even though in his autobiography he referred to The Soo as the city with the Big Nickel).
Live Aid raised over 100 million dollars for famine relief in Ethiopia.
You can be a dissenter and change the world!
You can be a red streak in the grey.

When I hear “Feed the World” playing on a radio over the holidays, I forgive the lyrics (..there won’t be snow in Africa this Christmas time…),
I think of sitting in the video arcade, in The Station Mall, in The Soo, dreaming about changing the world and thinking maybe......

Black Bean Abomination!

Black Bean soup is not a pretty looking thing to make.
But it tastes soooooo goooood!
Cilantro- Eeeeepa!

DIABLO!

There was some giggling yesterday evening -
I was talking to clients from home and downloading DIABLO II at the same time
"Working at night! You poor thing. You never stop."
uhhh....yeah....yeah...slogging away here.

What's up with the weather?

Hi...Winter?
Um yeah, this is the Freakgirl.
Yeah, you're really late.
Yeah, I don't care dude.
Get your ass over here.
I Am Not going to freeze in May
just because you're sick and tired of
following Fall around.
Sorry the Paxil isn't working for you.
Get it together.

Addendum...dum

I cited the incorrect number of passengers for the TTC publicity stunt.
They were not celebrating the 24 millionth customer,
the "arbitrary & made up" number is actually:

TWENTY FOUR GIGA-HA-JUJUBE-JILLION

Sorry for the misprint

Festive

Listening to Let it Be
and writing nice Christmas cards to
nice clients...that's where it's at.
This is festive!

My boss (who is pretty nice but sits beside me)
is not here today...that helps with the festive feeling too.

The Morning Man is Back!!

I rode by him on the streetcar!
Yippeee!

E'ryting be allllryte

Pinocchio Molokio

Roberto Benigni remade Pinocchio.
Stop laughing.
He's starring as Pinocchio.
He's a freaky little dude.

"Look, look at me...I am filled with
child-like wonder...
I will come to your house and trip over everything much like a
cocker spaniel puppy....
look, look, I lick your face....
You love me, yes...you really luvva me,
I am filled with the joy of a thousand tears
Miiiiiigna??"

OK, all making fun of sweet Roberto aside.
Did he resist the lure of Americanized Schlock
and make Pinocchio into the dark Italian frolic it is?

Pinocchio was a rebel, he shunned authority,
he went on a journey of the spirit, he grew.
The Disney version is really just about a piece of wood that
just wants to be loved....aw, shucks, don't we all?

Pinocchio was published in serial form in Italy stating in 1881.
Carlo Collodi started up writing the adventures of the little wooden boy
after translating children's tales for a french author, though he'd been writing from a young age.
Collodi came from the humble home of a cook and a servant, after deciding not to
enter the seminary permanently, he became a journalist.

Disney and Collodi are SO not the same.

I read parts of the original Pinocchio as a wee girl.
It gave me the willies.
The darkness of the writing surprised me.
I didn't think it a story for little girls, so I kept reading...
Aside from the obvious phallic analysis of Pinocchio,
Collodi wove subversive content and social commentary into
the work as well.

Collodi's Pinocchio was a boy born with no heart and no sense
(I don't have the exact quote), he certainly wasn't the same goofy loveable
Disney marionette I found so disgustingly fopish.
Collodi's Pinocchio started out as a menace of brat.
Something akin to kindling really.

Benigni...Disney....Collodi....

Maybe get my butt down to the library
and check out the tales of a rotten little
automaton who learns how to do the right thing.
I will cultivate my little brain hoping for nourishment.
It may be more enjoyable than watching the Ham make Chesse.


Then again...if Benigni's Pinocchio is great I will see it
I'm not so much of a snob that I can't suck it up.

* Even if it is not true to the original I will bet that this film will
have amazing cinematography. It will look sumptuous, rich and magical.
That may be worth seeing too.

I saw Reign of Fire, I can watch anything.
(Dragons & Cristian Bale)

Just don't get me started about A.I. and Pinocchio!

Dreaming of Silent Night
(when everybody Shuts Up)


I love some of those nice Christmas songs
I especially dig "The Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth"
with Bing & Bowie ( lovely man harmony)
I used to sing in the church choir even

This festive feast of merry music
is a little too all invasive
Everywhere I seem to go is
filled with more annoying than usual!

How about a little here, a little there....
a little not so constant annoyance?
OverKill Eveything, Take your librium.

Is subtlety lost in our culture?
Was that a rhetorical question?
Is that becoming ironic?

AH!

I got caught at Yonge & Bloor today when the Toronto Transit Commision was doing up a surreal, nutty and gameshow-like bruhaha for it's "24 millionth" customer. Television cameras and freaks everywhere. YIKES! I guess the TTC decided "hey...let's pick an imaginary number (24 million) and give it to an arbitrarily decided passenger ( who might think it an honour and not an annoyance) and then have a lot of ass-jacked hullaballoo over it in December (when eveyone is getting freaky over Christmas) so that people might not get too crazy pissed off over the fare hikes we're going to bone them with in January. Hell, let's even have an Essay Contest!"

It was very weird
I played the viking song in my head
I waved my imaginary axe.
I slew the beast demon of panic and repulsion
I resisted the urge to flee and hop a cab to work
I did not unplug the Giant Game Show Passenger Counting Tacky Billboard and
yell " Rats! Attention Rats!! The cheese is poisoned with arsenic!!!"

I calmly and gracefully manoevered through the pressed and excited, jittery crowd
Like Puck Bunnies waiting for a snog with the team captain, they awaited the announcement of award
I slowly made my way past, smiling gently and saying "Je M'excuse"
I case anyone wanted to mess with a French chick
(and because sometimes I pretend I'm from other countries)

I got onto the Southbound train
sat in front a billboard
It told me that I could be the 24 millionth TTC passenger
Not Very Bloody Likely

Why I Love Christmas

THE GRINCH WHO STOLE CHRISTMAS

I looked a lot the words in this story up in the dictionary
my brother (or maybe me) lifted from our public school,
just so I would for sure 'get' the whole thing
I even looked up "stink, stank & stunk."
I don't remember how old I was when I first experienced The Grinch
but it always held a fascination with me
Just the freakish artwork in Dr. Seuss' books was enough
to captivate my little head
I wished my kindergarden teacher
would just let me be weird, like Dr. Seuss books
CONFORM, CONFORM, YOU LEFT HANDED DEVIL
Weee......HA!

The even sillier thing is that I still almost cry every time
I see that poor little dog with those big antlers tied to its head
( my brothers dog reminds me soooo much of this dog)


You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.


You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

Copyright © 1957, Dr. Seuss.

"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer-- they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer."

-- Ken Kesey

WHERE'S MY MORNING DUDE?

Every morning during the workweek I get out of the underground at King & Yonge.
I buy a muffin. I say hello and good morning and how are you and whatever else to the dude who stands on the corner selling The Toronto Street News. This dude is the man who makes me smile Tuesday to Friday. I feel as though greeting him puts me right for the final leg of the journey into work. I've been saying hi to him every morning for a year and a half.

He hasn't been there for a few weeks, I'm worried. I've emailed the Street News folk and am hoping they respond. I hope that he went somewhere warm for the winter. I would think he might have told me that he was relocating. I'm a regular, you know? He works St.Lawrence market every Saturday, the people there are really good to him and usually hook him up with a lot of food. Maybe he's doing so well on Saturday's that he's off the rest of the week. That would be very nice, yes.

I miss the ritual. I miss telling him how sleepy I am on a scale of 1 - 10.
I miss this seemingly silly little detail that makes my life so much more fulfilling.

Dear Morning Dude,

Thanks for being such a wonderful influence on my perspective.

FreakGirl

GIDDYUP GRAN

I had a nasty disturbing dream last night. There was something up with my Mom but she refused to let me know about it. I went down to Arizona to make her fess up on the strangeness. We are in the desert & it's very lovely. She tells me that she has stomach cancer. She only has a few months to live, she and my step father figured it was ok to just stay in Arizona and...you know... not Tell Their Children. She looked even smaller than she always has been (I am a giant in comparison to my wee Mother). She looked tired. I was heart broken that she didn't want her daughter near in her last months of life. I have always been the demonstrative member of the family.I was very upset but realised that I must respect her wishes. I have never thought seriously about my mother's mortality before. I feel disturbed. I can not call her until later today - I don't feel like explaining my dream to anyone at work.

And what am I going to say? "I had this dream...no, no, not a Premonition, just a dream yeah, really...oh, really? Sorry Mom, yeah it is a little morbid."

I don't have a problem with death, there are just far too many things to do before dying.

My Mother is on a pedestal.
My Mother is a saint.
She is the only person on the planet that I really really want to know that I am ok, and can make me feel ok just by being near.
My Mother is very modest and this sort of talk would have her saying something to the effect of nothing. Or, " Well, I'm your Mother"

There are the selfish things a girl wants from her relationship with her Mom.
My mother is not allowed to snuff it until my daughters or sons can give her piggy back rides,
until I retire and we go skiing together every day,
until she and I take a trip abroad together and get into trouble,
until we go cilff diving together and hang gliding- on the same day!!

My Mom is not allowed to snuff it until I learn all of her secrets
Yes...that is impossible..improbable, highly unlikely.
.....Perfect.

yes...monday

yes...monday

No like

monday....

ALIENS ARE HERE

WEE RANT
( I just really feel like having a little rant)

Someone at my work believes that everyone is obsessive compulsive about something
Everybody has got something that they are a little "Manic" about. Right.

The workfolk all figured out who has what compulsion.
Mine is brushing my teeth
It's not Obsessive Compulsive
It's called "ORAL HYGENE"

I brush my teeth three or four times a day, depending on circumstance
I floss regularly

There is nothing compulsive about brushing your teeth after lunch

Sheesh, next thing you know they'll be asking about my tinfoil helmet

More on drunkness
Moron drunkness

Another thing I often forget about drinking.
The day after I have gotten pissed up real good, I feel guilty all day
Perhaps not guilty..I have a half smirky embarassed thing going on with most hangovers
Even if I didn't do anything at all to misbehave, I almost always have the light strain of apprehension afterwards
I did misbehave last night, of course!
I wonder if I feel strange just for having so much fun?

Wicked party last night!!

Provolone....

Powerade

DRUNK EYES...woah..oh..oh...

Being a sporatic drinker, I'd totally forgotten what it's like to wake up with a belly full of booze.
I realize this is why so many folks like to eat lots of greasy stuff before passing out.
I feel like I am a dragon
Fairly certain that with a match
I could burn me some stuff up real good

Water
Coffee
Powerade
Ginger Ale
Chicken noodle Soup
Feeling much better now


This would be a good time to smell those pine trees again