I’m still feeling like poop, in more ways than one.

Wednesday night was feeling well enough to go out for dinner. We went somewhere nearby, a place that we both like quite a bit, but I won’t mention by name because later that night I was puking a bit – from the flu, not the food.

Thursday, went into the office. A bowl of pho for lunch seemed like a reasonably healthy thing to do. Later a stop at Rock Gallery (new Dylan 2 CD + 1 DVD deluxe edition, Pearl Jam’s Ten 2 CD + 1 DVD legacy edition and, spur of the moment, the reissues of the old XTC/Dukes of Stratosphear material – great under-heard stuff from them poking nostalgic fun at 60s psychedelia). Then over to the computer center, needed some more hard disks.

Too much too soon? By the time I finished at the computer center, I was sweating buckets. Grabbed a kebab and headed home, unfortunately at the peak of rush hour traffic. Remind me one of these days to rant about the idiotic road construction at the Tseung Kwan O tunnel. Two years to “retrofit noise barriers” along a 1 km stretch of road? And how do you retrofit something that wasn’t previously there?

The plan for today was to take the dogs down to the park in town. Except I was feeling like crap all day, only wanted to sleep, didn’t bother to eat, and by the afternoon my temperature was back up to 38.2. The first holiday in memory with actual nice weather and I’m stuck in bed. Swallowed a fistful of pills, forced myself to eat some food, will see how I am in the morning to decide if another doctor visit or not.

This Sunday is my birthday. Double nickels. The plan was to spend Saturday getting massaged to within an inch of my life in Shenzhen, followed by some bar-hopping Saturday night, and then a quiet day on Sunday with my gf and dogs and a nice dinner out. I think Shenzhen’s off the table for this weekend; maybe some shopping in Mong Kok if I’m feeling up to it.

So probably a low key birthday. Save the insanity for the following weekend.

Hongkie Town
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