a chicken love affair

so i have this cold. colds are hopelessly and ridiculously exhausting because they seem to last forever. for the past two days i have force fed myself meals because i have had no appetite whatsoever. and while we are on the subject of eating i'd like to segway into chicken. i baked some chicken tonight. it was good. it had been marinating. but i have this "beef" with chicken. it freaks me out a little bit i must say. i am paranoid almost to a place that has given chicken the power to infect me with its salmonella evil. now i cook with chicken often, multiple times a week and so far not a thing has happened. yet i find that i must wash and rewash my hands over and again just to get the chicken juices off. we just have this dance, chicken and i. sam thinks i am crazy and rightfully so but there is just something about raw chicken. and i find my mind wondering to jack nicholson in as good as it gets for some reason... no, i'm not that bad off, i'm not obsessive/compulsive.... let me genuflect and lift a tiny prayer to heaven that i never become that kind of crazy.

but this cold. man, this cold. i took mucinex at work today and as it tends to make others hyper i felt like taking a 10 hour nap. seems alcohol has the same affect.

so now i must bid you adieu, wave good-bye and good night and go pop another pill.