Or...maybe not. My head is,
Or...maybe not. My head is, how you say, fuzzy at the moment. Good old Tylenol #2! I'm now a walking juggernaut of antibiotic activity. Germs wilt and pop into tiny bits of slime when I breathe on them. My immune system is being bolstered by the awesome capitalist science of American pharmaceutical research. Do you know what a Z-Pak is? It's this thing they've got now: instead of taking a 30-day course of some antibiotic, which means a month of severe intestinal warfare, you take a high-tech time-released five-day course of Azithromycin. Better, faster, cheaper...almost out of control. Downright bionic. The Z-Pak is a clever four-part folding card, with all of the pills in handy blister-bubbles labeled Day 1, Day 2, etc., and all of the instructions are right there for your infected reading pleasure.
Needless to say, I'm still not in much of a mood to write piercingly brilliant bits of commentary. But walking past the TV just now, I heard that businesses in downtown Manhattan are being turned down by insurance companies. Ridiculous. The only major target downtown has already been blown to shit. This, I think, would be the downside of capitalism. But I'm sure they'll work something...out...
Ooo...pretty.
Butterflies!
