18 July 1999
Mmmmm, Sweet!
    
    I had such a delicious dream last night.  I was working in the City, and a bunch of friends (somehow not the same friends I have in real life just now) and I had gone to McDonald's for some breakfast.  It was fun, but we were beginning to run late for our respective jobs, so we broke to the four winds.  I was at a street corner, waiting for the light to change to "Walk" when I felt her arms come around my middle.  She squeezed me and caressed me and smiled brightly when I turned.  Wish I could picture her face now, but I just have the impressions I took with me, that she was sunshine and acceptance, and I wanted to kiss her everywhere.  She wanted to eat breakfast with me - at McDonald's.  I didn't even mention I'd just come from there.  There was some confusing part about there being another McDonald's on the opposite corner, but it wasn't as good, or something, so we wound up at the same one again, but somehow they couldn't get her Croissanwich right (yes, I know, that's Burger King - hey it's a dream) so she wound up going into the kitchen and showing them how.  I was so amazed, and more so when she returned with a breakfast sandwich made with Texas toast instead of a croissant.  Apparently they were out of the latter.  She was delightful, I wanted to touch her, kiss her.  Her laugh was wonderful.
    I woke up missing her.
    
    I feel ok.  I'm doing percocet every six hours to manage the pain.  The surgery went alright, though waking from it was a bit more draggy than from the last.  Last time it was like the end of a refreshing nap.  This time it was like the morning after an extremely drunken orgy involving the entire array of sex toys and every position known to humankind.  Not that I'd know what that felt like or anything.
    My throat was sore from being intubated, and already I had pain.  They gave me a little morphine to get me rolling and a prescription for perc to keep me going.  That was Friday.
    I should have been sleeping all day yesterday, but a PR emergency required my presence at a chicken BBQ.  I didn't really do much of anything, the Huz and Mike the Firefighter did most of it.  It was really hot though, and I got pretty tired.  I asked for a wheelchair and next thing I know these firefighters and EMTs have got me inside with AC and fastened to oxygen.  I think they were just bored.  After they were done I put a milk crate on a wooden dolly and got the mobility I wanted after all.  We still wound up leaving early though.
    El Prez had wanted to cancel our involvement in the event.  It would have been disastrous.  The fire company went to great pains to accommodate us, to have everything we might need laid on ahead of time, and it seems they want to be one of our largest accounts, particularly for SoBe. 
    More on this, but I'm tired of griping.
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