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It's been too long; I don't mean to slight the readers of this bit of genius.

I didn't write much down this week. I know a lot happened yet my memory is dull, so this may come sputtering out more incoherent than the standard muddled fashion.

I know what it feels like to not have medical insurance. It hurts. Hurt worth $130 to see the 'doctor' and get antibiotics...for an ear infection. Doctor is meant to be sarcastic. I don't really know if she was a doctor, it seemed as if the doctor was out of town so he sent his daughter to work for him. She was Eastern European if that means anything. She looked at my ear and said it was red. The typical 'sit up straight and breath deeply for me' was fun. I took about 40 deep breaths. I almost passed out. I don't think she heard anything.
In the end, I came home with medicine.

That was Saturday. Which just happened to be my birthday.

That evening was good.
Speaking of Eastern Europeans, Darren and I visited The Ultimate Burger for a beer and a burger. And then proceeded to McDonald's to eat dinner... There's something wrong with that.
Server: Have a good night
Darren: Thanks, it was terrible
Sainsbury's, the Kroger of the UK (There's not a "Ukrop's" of London), has their own brand of liquor and beer. Being the high brow fellas that we are, we bought a litre of Scotch.
We enjoyed a cup or two and headed to Cheers. I've got to say the only thing I could think about while in Cheers is that I miss Nick-at-Nite.
Got drunk. Ate a kebob. Went home

I wrote the above on Monday, I'm just a slacker.

Cheers brotha