The party's in full swing. Whatever bug I've got, he and his clan are really rocking the joint. I feel like the three characters in "The Darjeeling Limited" have merged into one entity that's fighting an internal battle over which OTC medication would be the best to mortally succumb to. Owen Wilson is, of course winning, and his suggestion to triple the generic decongestant, double-up on the vicodin tabs (left from last year appedectomy, after which I don't remember being this miserable), and another big gulp of the nightime cold medicine/scotch concoction. Oops, just remembered that last one was from tonight's "Two and a Half Men". At least Chalie had the pleasure of getting his infection from some virus drenched floozie. On top of all that, in one minute it will be my birthday. I welcome 52 with the firm realization that 53 may be pushing the envelope a tad too far. Ah well, might as well lay back and enjoy the Dengue Fever...
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How did I miss this joyous occasion? Happy very belated birthday and thank you for the Dengue Fever!!!
They'll be playing a couple of dates in London in July. Might try to catch their disease.