“It’s allergies… don’t go get antibiotics… you’ve just got Fall allergies.”
Please don’t say this to me ever again. You know who you are. In less than 48 hours, the antibiotics cleared up my “allergies” almost completely, also arresting the progress of the bronchitis and whatever other nastiness was happening in my chest. I realize that antibiotics should not be passed out like party favors, etc etc, but when one has been sick for three weeks to a month, it’s time to see what modern medicine can do.
My passport is due here on the 18th or so.
Parker from the Low Lows is calling me saying “Come to New York City, we’re having a blast and we have some down time so you could get in a few practices.” This is, I believe, what the metaphor of the “Sirens’ Call” was created to describe. I have so much to do here, and also so little money right now.
Last time I was in London, a meal in a restaurant was averaging about £9.00 GBP (and that was nothing spectacular), and with the current exchange rate that comes to about $17.00 USD for a burger and some beans. That’s before tip and whatever it cost to get there via train or cab.
Aheh. Oh, shit.
Well, there’s always the Old Stand-bys.