Steroids party, my place, you coming?

I am the most sickly human being in the world. In recent memory I've been barbed by a sting ray, blown out my 'bow, needed a new jaw piece, sinus infection, and most recently tonsillitis. Not bad for a relatively healthy 25 year old. My latest trip to the doctors office was pretty interesting. Upon meeting the doctor he asked to see my throat. He goes, "Have you seen this?" And I am all yeah, doc, I have a mirror. The diagnosis is that my tonsills are hella swollen. He's pretty amazed that I am doing as well as I am with such swollen tonsills. Anyways, I get prescribed some antibiotics and steriods.

Yeah, steroids bro. So, if you see me don't set off my 'roid rage. I haven't hit the gym up yet but, I'm sure the effects will be drastic when I feel healthy enough to return. Oh, and it was only a three day supply... so I guess I'm out. But I'm pretty sure that after my jaw surgery if I end up sub- 200lbs they'll give me some more because I'll have a medical reason to bulk up.

Karma

Yesterday morning I realized I had to move my car because Monday and Tuesday are street sweeping days. Don't get me started on the freaking street sweepers and their accompanying meter maids that make millions for the City of Santa Barbara. It's ridiculous! Do we really need our streets swept once a week? Really? The street sweepers must have the strongest union in the world, I mean, once a month is probably plenty. I've gotten three tickets from parking on the wrong side of the road on street sweeping days. I guess you just got me started. Well, back to me moving my car.