I’m a little bit sick today. Just a sore throat, but I’m a wimp. Then I was at work listening to the radio when I heard that report about pop ‘increasing risk’ of esophogus cancer. Best bit? I was literally mid swig of Coke at the time. I froze, then finished the can.
I probably shouldn’t drink Coke when I’m sick anyway, but I needed help staying awake, which is odd, since I got like 9 hours of sleep last night. My cell rang about half an hour after I went to sleep, so I started beating the crap out of the buttons on my alarm clock. “Must be Angi’s,” I decided. Yep. ‘Cause Angi’s alarm clock always does the samba in the middle of the night.
I just kind of ramble on about myself in this thingie. I’m not one for politics and sparking debate. And about all I can tell you about current affairs is that Jimmy Fallon left SNL and I am sad. And Tony Randall died and I am sadder. Good think I’m a communication major. Tell the public what they need to hear.