Neanderpundit

Now that I’ve come completely down off the doxycyclene, I realize a few things.

I missed Milk. See, where I was in Africa, you couldn’t easily get whole milk, you mostly drank Long Life Milk. It came in boxes whcih didn’t require refrigeration, and tasted (to borrow from Doug Adams) Almost, but not completely, utterly unlike milk.

So when I came back, I drank a LOT of milk, I love milk, and I missed drinking it. This probably contributed to the Mozunga’s revenge. So I’m backing off… for now. Knowing that a little lactose can cause sush gas, well, that’s a weapon I can use.

One way or the nother, I experienced a lot of wierdness on the Doxycyclene. It gives you vivid dreams, and they’re wierd as shit.

My personal favorite? Standing in front of my favorite transmission shop, while Kenny Rogers pulls up in his car, singing “I just dropped in to see what condition my transmission was in”.

The zombie horde was good, too. I’d been given a case of shotshells by a friend who had- er- baptized them in a special way? so every time I dispatched one I said “This one’s for Lisa!!” and racked another round into the chamber.

The dreams were easier to deal wiht than the hershey squirts.

No, not that kind of bullshit, the kind of bullshit Barack Obama is slinging.

This is perfect, and you must read it. People have a right to the “freestanding” rights of Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness. They also have the right to defend theirselves from harm. There are a lot of “freestanding” rights.

Freedom to be provided for by someone else is NOT a freestanding right. It is an entitlement, and TANSTAAFL, sorry folks.

Larium causes hallucinations in some, so I did not take that specific Malaria remedy, but rather dropped tabs of Doxycyclene while I was in Zambia. You have to take it two days prior and seven days post. And I just came down off the stuff yesterday. It cause some of it’s own hallucinations and dreams, but it didn’t make me commit suicide.

Trouble is, it kills off all of your gut flora

So I’m taking Activia. Sort of gentrifying the neighborhood of my intestine. Hopefully, it will stop me from pissing out my asshole like I have been doing for the last 24 hours.

If I start to look like Jamie Lee Curtis, I’m just going to stay at home all day, playing with my tits.