I have returned to work after two days of being sick. Actually, I am still sick. When is this damned Penicillin going to kick in?

I abused my body this weekend. I went out on Saturday night with my good friend and drinking buddy, Mike. He opened a tab, and I drank a combination of way too many beers and shooters. I barely remember how I got home. Thank God for the MTA.

Thanks to my heavy alcohol consumptiuon, I awoke Sunday morning with a massive hangover and a severe sore throat. I hate sore throats, and I seem to be afflicted by them regularly. The ones I get hurt so bad that I can't even swallow a glass of water without crying. It even hurts to turn my head.

I have insurance now, so I didn't have to wait for hours in a clinic with a bunch of crackheads. My doctor actually runs his office out of a house in Brooklyn. It was so much nicer, and I didn't even have to wait to see him.

So, here I am at work, comtemplating when the hell the rain is going to end, and whether or not my sore throat is ever going to go away. Tomorrow, I head off to Washington, DC regadless.