Non-Rabbitish Post-Birthday wrapup

It's now past midnight, so we've emerged from the rabbit hole. I'm glad so many people liked the story. I've seen tons of good ones elsewhere.

I'm still pretty damn sick, so the "birthday" thing's been kind of a nonevent. My folks did show up with what might be the most adult gift I've ever received -- a Haier "Horizontal Chest Freezer." That's right, seven cubic feet of deep freezing power! Which means I have the capacity for enough meat and vegetables deep frozen on hand to last out Nuclear Winter! So, when the bombs go off, come on over to my place for pot roast.

Last week, my boss made a big deal about the fact that my birthday was coming up and scoping out when other folks' birthdays were. Today... she called me from her cell phone after she left the building, to say "oh my God -- it's your birthday, isn't it, Eric?" Which frankly amused me. I mean, I'm 37. I hardly need little hats or cake I can't even eat.

After work, I went and ran errands, including getting some much needed cleaning supplies and a Pur water filter thing for my fridge, which is a good thing because I have to drink a lot of water but the tap water sucks here in Wolfeboro. I also got wastebaskets. And I stopped for dinner out, but being sick and gastrically challenged, said dinner barely got eaten. I then came home, drugged up and passed out.

So. Thirty-seven.

Seems a Hell of a lot like thirty-six so far. But I have a water pitcher and seven cubic feet of freezer space, so how bad could life be?

Please don't answer that.

Observation before drinking Nyquil

This liquid is thick and dark green.

Dark green.

Is this the stuff Scotty couldn't identify in the episode where he used alcohol as a weapon? No wonder they both went under the table.

Passing out now.