Usual random adventure unstructured thought jumble

[iamtheking]

I return home after another successful adventure. Despite still fighting off the last remnants of the cold that has been whupping my ass the past few days, it turned out to be a rather enjoyable outing. Traveled over 120 miles (J-town to the I.U.P. Punxsutawney campus and back... Which I realize isn't all that far, really... But eh, it's not every day I travel that far). Heard 3 random songs I never thought I'd hear on the radio again: Europe's "The Final Countdown", M.C. Hammer's "2 Legit", and Fountains of Wayne's "Stacy's Mom" all on various stations somewhere during the trip. Got to pet what I'm told is the current incarnation of "Punxsutawney Phil" (and I tend to believe it as the handler we were talking with is all over the various related websites). Ingested ample cold medicine and food stuffs. And most importantly, got to visit with my lil cousin who recently started going to college out there. She's doing quite well, by the by. Had a few housing issues at first, but 'tis all resolved and happiness now. Further she's doing well in her classes, and even rather enjoying them.

As I arrive home though, I fear that my roommate is secretly plotting to kill me... I went into his bathroom to wash my hands (the soap in his dispenser smells really good) and noticed a bottle containing Eurythromyacin (among other crap)... Which I'm terribly allergic to. Sure, this could be a completely innocent coincidence, as it is a fairly common antibiotic, but secret plots on my life are much more interesting to talk about.

Hrmm, and just as I begin typing about how I'm almost ready for bed, another adventure beckons! Off to Justin's for now...