No, I am not writing about comedian George Carlin's fictional AM radio station WINO. Do any of you remember those stand-up skits? Nor am I alluding to Tom, the drunkard, of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) fame. Anyway, I purchased a big-ass box of Peter Vella® Burgundy wine (on sale for $15 at Longs®) during my evening outing in Kahala last night. Unlike the big-ass bottle of King Cobra®, the boxed wine is not sitting in the Slob Manor fridge just for effect.
I have not slept well for over a week. Thus, the common cold is still lingering. The allergy medicine actually helped, but I discontinued its usage after four days. The antihistamine made me drowsy, so I slept a little better than usual. Lack of sleep, of course, is only prolonging the illness. Thus, the boxed wine. I will be drinking a glass late in the evenings to make myself drowsy. I only hope that I can sleep through the noise created by the inconsiderate fool, the "chef," at all hours of the night and early morning.
In case any of the meddling fools ask me about the boxed wine, I have already prepared a response. I will explain that I am totally stressed out in trepidation of moving into the "crack house" in crime hotspot, Chinatown. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
On a side note, I have been posting daily to the "blog" while I continue to tweak its layout. And, the babe pictures are only currently making a reprise as a response to the on-going Google® surveillance.
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