Down in the Valley
Ah, Ah
So you all know, I’m not contagious, not infectious, and you have nothing to fear from my horrid, barking, hacking cough.
In theory, it’s a terminal condition, since I’ll have it when I die. It’s natural, and happens everytime I take an airplane trip, or visit someplace warm and humid.
Even Hawaii, which otherwise was an awesome trip.
I did both last weekend, as well as put myself in situations which would make normal people sick as well.
Dumbass.
I had a lot of fun, though, and save for the sick part, I’d do the same things again.
Comfortable Banks is coming down tomorrow night, and he’ll get to experience Casa de Magner and the wall of sound. He’ll be one of 5 people to have visited all of my residences in Seattle proper (Ballard doesn’t count, and Puck and Mel have been to all but this one since I moved here to to work in the industry).
Life’s funny, sometimes.