2003-02-13 - 11:11 a.m.
Like JACKO, I too am invincible.
With every letter I punch into this keyboard, I knock once on the wooden desk that supports it. Today marks February 13th, and thusfar this winter, I have yet to be stricken with an illness. There have been times where I'd felt they breath of the Flu-Goblin on the back of my neck, but so far I have held him back.
Providence has equipped me with the immune system of a Sperm Whale, and some say I have an unfair advantage over the Flu-Beast. Bullocks. The effort I expend on keeping my white blood cells in top condition is mountainous. Be it my rigorous daily calisthenics drills, or the gallons of fresh and filtered water I pass, the drums of fish oil and Echinacea I deploy, or the spells of eight hours plus I allot myself to slumber, I am fighting at all turns.
But I can't ignore that fact that I awoke at 7AM this morning somehow dehydrated, with a slightly crusty nasal region, and generally feeling like TOTAL ASS.
But this fight is not over m'lads. I have the entire day to drink hot fluids, devour raw fruits and vegetables, and have soup after soup after soup.
I must go. It is time for me to strap on my surgical mask and moonwalk to the fruitstand.
