Mondays and Leaves

Chilly and breezy, and with any luck, today im over the sickness of the weekend.... I spent something like 17 plus hours in the bed, tirelessly watching poorly produced cinema on netflicks. At the moment I'm lying in bed, bluetoothing some mp3's into my droid2...
paramore.
deathcab.
I need more dance music. Nothing can turn the day around like a solid dance beat, paired with some witty lyrics.

Today began with my solid commitment to heal myself. A weekend is long enough to spend in the throws of what i can only imagine must have been "nebulous 24 hour stomach destroyer. plus fever."
If we cannot heal ourselves, then who can we heal? First stop on this road from perdition was Starbucks. I know, you're thinking... "coffee? upset stomach?" And that was precisely the thought that i had too... So, instead of adding acid to an already complaining acid pit, i went for a refresh tea. Minty. Hot. You could just see the healing oils swirling around on the skin of the steaming water. I sat and sipped for maybe an hour, and read the Times.
The magick mint oils seemed to have done the trick, because by the time i had gotten around to the sports section, i was hungry. And so with the resolve that hunger gives, i set off to The Clock.
Seeing as this would be my first real food in twoish days, of course it would follow that i should try and digest the most unwholesome, ingestion causing, un-adulterated animal lipid oozing, greenville fast-food staple that i could come by.

I dont care what people have to say about The Clock. I love that place. From the moment that you pull in and see the neglected 60's industrial architecture... (with its long tin awnings, where doubtless a bell hop or two used to serve) you know they mean business here. Everyone that works there is old enough to be my dad.... or is an illegal immigrant. And when you walk in the door you can smell a mix of vegetable oil, bacon grease, cold fall air, and stale coffee.
That is precisely what i needed.
A bacon cheese-burger, with fries and slaw. And a pepsi.
Fruit of the gods!
Somewhere between the ketchup, the fries, and the oil sodden burger, my stomach stopped fighting. A beautiful clear coat of golden oil coated its grouchy walls and soothed it into digestion.

This is the truest health food i know of. I know. you're all green with envy.
Well salt readers... time for a bit of laundry folding before heading into work.
The Starbucks where i work should provide hours of monotony, and .... of course wage.
xx.
-J