I’m cleaning the Philly apartment. Yes, it is 12:07 AM. I have had a fairly miserble weekend health-wise. For some reason I’ve always thought that I could fight off diseases just by thinking about it. Feel a cold coming on. I would always fight it off. It didn’t occur to me until last week that this ”cold” I keep fighting off every year was really an allergy. My dad has mad allergies going at him and part of our trip last week to Los Angeles included a detour to Target where we went on a Clariton^tm hunt. At the time I was fine while he was miserable. Now it’s my turn. I’m not kidding, though, I really used to think this was some kind of cold that I’d get in the spring that I was always able to fight off. Like, duh! How many years did it take to figure this out? What else have I been wrong about? Saving pull-tabs to fight terminal diseases? Not stepping on lines or else I’d turn into Frankenstein?


To catch up. Two weekends ago I flew my dad and I to Hollywood. Thanks to Priceline.com, my plane arrived 9 hours after my dad’s. He found stuff to do in the International terminal, luckily. Once I arrived we hit the rental car counter and were off. The Roosevelt Hotel is where we stayed. Built in 1927, this Hollywood landmark is RIGHT across the street from Mann’s Chinese Theater, as well as the Kodak Theater. I’d never been to either, much less the Hollywood Walk of Fame. How convenient. More in the next entry.