I’m so lame.

It’s true. I know why. You know why. Even the wife knows why. As such, we won’t dwell on it, will we.

Now I realize that it’s only been about a week, but I expect that all of you have caught up on your EFIZ 1980 reading. Given that you probably haven’t, I’ll explain the backstory of that which follows, those that are on task and know the story, please just play along.

In the apartment years, certain things happened that we remembed. Some big, some small, always funny. One such occurence was the Sudafed Affair. One day I believe I had a sinus infection or something crappy like that. So I bought some Sudafed. And took it, every 8 hours (or two hours before the box said I should) to keep myself medicated. Some of the roomies noticed this, and started making jokes about how it was somewhat like a drug addiction, and that I was going to go into withdrawal, and fall down, hysterically tapping the empty box trying to get just 1 more pill out of the box.

With that in mind, consider the following AIM conversation:

Ben: so dude, remember the old sudafed joke?
Eric: I been poppin feds since 93
Ben: shaking the box in cold addiction?
Ben: :)
Eric: yeah
Ben: that’s me with fraggedformysins.blogspot.com
Eric: lolol
Ben: refresh refresh refresh refresh
Ben: i need to work but
Ben: refresh
Eric: maybe it changed
Ben: dang
Ben: refresh
Ben: yeah, maybe in the last two seconds
Ben: refresh
Ben: uhg!
Ben: maybe now
Ben: refresh
Ben: ugh!

So there you have it. Obviously, the best part about this post, is that if Ben is really refreshing every so often, right when I click this “Publish Post” button, he’s going to be met with the joy of something new, but then in moments the sobering reality of the fact that the post is primarily something… he could just tab over to AIM to read.

In other news, today’s funny link is somewhat of an advertisement, but still funny. The Cotton Factory makes goofy vintage shirts, and I like em. A fair number of them are cheap, so be entertained, or something.