My kingdom for a popsicle!
Oh fuck. I have mangled my tonsil. It really fricking hurts. I hope that it's still just annoyed at me for poking it too much but I am kind of nervous that it's retaliating by working itself up to full-on tonsillitis. Note to self: never start prodding your tonsils when you get home at 2 am after frying your brain on crappy movies (Bronx Warriors, of all things, and Dragonball:Evolution) and are too tired to make yourself cut it out and go to bed. Ow.
Also: yesterday I meant to mention, but forgot: on the drive to the hospital I passed a middle-aged guy in the industrial park near work who was jogging shirtless under a leather jacket. Yesterday it was about 30ºC. I stared at him as I went past. He stared back. After I passed him I watched in my rearview mirror as he removed the jacket, thus turning him into a topless man carrying a leather jacket while jogging through an industrial park. Slightly better?
Also: yesterday I meant to mention, but forgot: on the drive to the hospital I passed a middle-aged guy in the industrial park near work who was jogging shirtless under a leather jacket. Yesterday it was about 30ºC. I stared at him as I went past. He stared back. After I passed him I watched in my rearview mirror as he removed the jacket, thus turning him into a topless man carrying a leather jacket while jogging through an industrial park. Slightly better?