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.