Food Poisoning

The relapsed common cold, more like the flu now, has certainly helped wean me of the "blog." I was and still am illin' ... over four weeks now. Naturally, I failed to curb my workouts at the gym. On Wednesday, during my cardio session, I was overcome by the chills. I also felt nauseous. Of course, restoring my extreme monk haircut only exacerbated the problem by increasing the ventilation and cooling of the oversized cranium. Woe is me!

Typical Weaned Hottie

If I were still maintaining the old "blog" format, I would have no poverty of material to discuss. Same ol' shit, though ... altercations with asswipes, endless foolishness, and so on. Never a dull moment when dealing with chimpo sapiens. And don't get me started on Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Sheesh!

Actually, the situation at Slob Manor has improved. I had to politely confront Tom and the "chef" about the noise problem, which is what I should have done a long time ago. As we know, I no longer deal well with people on a social level. That's why I am a monk, a misanthrope.

Anyway, weaning does a body good. Say what? So, I will attempt to space out the postings even more. Heck, I might simply disappear, if you know what I mean. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

The weather for about a week has been cold and windy with occasional patches of rain. I must battle the elements every night in order to procure dinner. On Wednesday night, as ill as I was, I made the trek to Kahala. I procured a "healthy" chicken salad at the fast food joint, or so I thought. It was, for all intents and purposes, delicious. All was well until I walked back to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall).  I suddenly felt bloated. I attributed the sensation to the strain experienced by my abdominal muscles due to excessive coughing. Little did I know that Micronesians at the fast food joint most likely didn't grill the chicken properly.

I literally had to run to the restroom. After a quick bout of diaharea, my stomach began churning away. Lots of gaseous emissions (read: flatulence) resulted. When I returned to Slob Manor, the gaseous emissions filled my squalid room with a strong dung odor. I attempted to go to sleep at 10pm. Even after drinking a glass (i.e., five ounces) of wine, I was wide awake. My stomach kept churning. Noxious gaseous emissions occurred every few minutes. My heart rate climbed over 120 beat per minute, as if I had just consumed a large cup of coffee. Then, at 3am, the "night sweats" commenced. I decided to get up and compose the "blog" in lieu of sleep. Yeah, so much for weaning.

Oddly, I was not completely fatigued this morning. The standard cup of coffee, procured at the fast food joint in town, did not taste good at all. Even the ol' lavahead's staple food, granola, tasted like sawdust. Only a cup of hot oatmeal, courtesy the same fast food joint, satisfied my taste buds. Remnants of the food poisoning haunted me all day. I am not at all certain whether I can eat anything but soft foods for a few days. Sheesh!

Naturally, without sleep, I will be illin' for several more days. And, I keep getting weaker and weaker. My limbs kept trying to cramp up. I still suspect the coffee to be a culprit for sleep deprivation. Yet, I rely on coffee to function. That's the proverbial "Catch-22."

Homeless Buddy Mini-Update®
My homeless buddy has decided to reapply for residency at the "crack house" in Chinatown. I surmise that he wants out of the Next Step homeless shelter. As you may recall, he rented a unit at the "crack house" for seven years. He urged me again to reconsider moving there.

"Crack House" in Chinatown Mini-Update®
My homeless buddy gave me more details about the place. Lots of drug addicts and drug dealers. The reason that there are always units available is because the eviction rate is high. The first floor is reserved for disabled people. The cleanest (subjective) units are on the third and fourth floor. There have been a number of suicides as well, usually a depressed resident jumping out of a window on the top floor. A few residents "keel over" on occasion, possibly due to drug overdose. No one would have known except the stench from the decaying cadaver was overwhelming. Great selling points, eh? Nice place, the "crack house." Could I really get more sleep in that kind of environment? Could I attain peace of mind?

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The Google® surveillance gauntlet is still tracking the "blog." The robot has been reprogrammed to view the "blog" about five minutes subsequent to the posting. Very clever. The delay acts as a filter and countermeasure to my "test" posts.

"Blog" Mini-Update®
Visitors to the new "blog" have dwindled down to perhaps one or two per day. The new format appears to generate little interest. Is the final mummification of the "blog" nearing? Most likely.