Holy crap it's humid.
At least it's partly cloudy, so that the sweat waterfall I have going down my back when I run errands on the bicycle is about .0657934% less than it would be if the sun were full-bore, but still.
So I'm staying inside as much as possible and trying to do an Illustrator version of this drawing:
Cute, don't you think?
I don't know what I'll do with her. Maybe more magnets if the first batch turns out OK(still waiting for them to show up), more buttons, or even shirts. We'll see. Would you buy a shirt with her on it?
Apparently everyone got some kind of sickness after Battle on the Bank. Most people got a cold, some started barfing, and I got bronchitis. Well, it's actually a reappearance of whatever I had exactly two months ago when I thought the Dear Husband was going to kill me from coughing so much.
Two months ago, I was given the very popular "Z-pac" antibiotic to combat said cough. The doctor that I saw this time hates the Z-pac, because it doesn't thoroughly kill whatever it's supposed to. He said it's a marketing fad from the insurance companies. I tend to believe him.
This time I got some comparitively old-fashioned amoxicillin. Made me feel bloated the first couple of days I took it, but now I'm OK and not looking or feeling like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon. I'm on this stuff for ten days, so I'm on the wagon for that time. Which is probably for the best, considering the White Russian abuse I heaped upon my body on the Fourth of July.
Oh, and speaking of, I made a Holiday entry on the Entropy Project blog a couple of days ago.