Buoy Don’t Float

Hair cut, bags packed, snowboard gear loaded, dates made, parties scheduled, interviews lined up, gas tank ready to go and new beginnings on the cusp of being realized: Most all is lost. Weeks of planning for a Berkeley trip that didn’t happen. I woke up Friday morning at 6AM, tied my shoes, and went back to bed realizing that a solitary five-hour drive on meds for a hypochondriac like myself might be a bad idea. Anyway, lets pray the momentum gets back on track.

4 days, 1 day on antibiotics

And here is my beautifully distorted mug in the emergency room

And me now, with slight improvements?

Real horrorshow right?  If you don’t already know, it’s from a lip infection that got out of control.  I recently got it drained and and the swelling has subsided somewhat, although plastic surgery is on my plate for Wednesday.