Monday, July 16, 2007

Illin'

Ugh.

I have that dry scratchy feeling in my throat and am a bit hoarse. The onset was Friday night so I did spend the weekend a wee bit under the weather. But it's tolerable when you're rockin' it with your crew in a fun city.

Now that I'm back home, I'm drinking Chinese herbal cold tea (it's asstastic in taste, but my cousin introduced it to me years ago from her doctor of Asian medicine, and it really does work) and talking myself out of the elliptical because I'm also having bouts of hacking cough. Nice.

I did have a supa-fly dream last night, however. I was in a dance-off contest with this really old but very famous black woman as my partner. We were doing pretty good on the ballroom floor, and this older ballerina-like man in all black comes in and starts busting it out on pointe and shizz, then his neck got all sideways and he had to bow-out right before he overtook my dance partner. And I was like, "I have some Advil in my office," and he said, "That would be great."

See, it's all about paying it forward.

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