WEATHER: Chilly (for DC, that is…so maybe 30 degrees)
MILES THIS WEEK: πr^2
WHERE TO: Dupont Circle, Georgetown, etc.
MOOD: Face-‘splosion is imminent.
My dear readers, I lost roughly 15 pounds over the weekend. Or, at least, that’s my estimate, and I’m pretty sure that 98% of it was expelled in the form of post-nasal drip. You see, I stayed home from work on Friday and stayed home from life yesterday as the result of a truly fantastically ass-kicking cold. The kind that–if you weren’t doped to the gills on NyQuil (for the congestion) and ketamine (for the hell of it) and nutmeg (for the purpose of testing urban legends) and thus unable to do anything other than pet your roommates’ faces and mutter, “pretty kittyyyyyy…”–would make you sit back, fold your arms, and nod appreciatively at the awe-inspiring power of Mother Nature and Her Evil Pathogen Minions.