Hi folks. It’s five am here. I’m in Gijon, Spain. It’s the morning before my conference and my cold has gotten worse. I went to La Pharmacia yesterday and tried to secure something to make my nose stop running. Medicine here is weird. I don’t recognize anything. There’s all this herbal and homeopathic stuff, and when I described my symptoms to the nice pharmacist she gave me the Spanish equivalent of Alka-seltzer with vitamin C. I’m at the point where I would sell my cat for some Advil Cold and Flu. Oog.
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Oscar, you shifty dog! I’ll bet you don’t even have any Advil.
Oscar says, “I’ll have one order of cat, please.”