01 JUNE 2007. FRIDAY. 10:22PM.

It's been a slow news month. In between all the coughing and phlegming, I didn't really do much. This has to be the most stubborn bout of germs ever which have ruined 2 of my weekends already. I usually have a rather thick-skinned immune system from the years of living in flu-infested humidity, these little winter pests here seldom rocks the fortress. Until now. Anywhoo, I started spiraling downhill again yesterday but after an afternoon of totally drinkable hard-to-call-out Weisbier beer (that looked like malted Fanta Orange, tasted like root beer and left an aftertaste of sweet banana essence ... sooo totally different from how they described it on the net) accompanied by a superhot jalapeno and spicy chorizo pizza today seemed to have done the trick! Perhaps all the heat from the spice killed the stubborn little suckers, or they got a taste that beer and fled, but I am feeling like brand new again. So good that I went out and bought myself new shoes tonight. Oh and in between all that drinking and eating on the friday before a long weekend (Yay!), we also put on Big Brother caps, squeezed in front of a camera phone and sang hilariously in bad harmony a birthday video message for our boss. Who would have thunk it? This was all before we left for the pub.