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Man, I really rolled the dice with public transportation yesterday. Five hours on a plane, followed by the airport tram, a BART train, Caltrain, and then the 71 Haight. The end result is as expected: I'm getting a cold. It doesn't feel like it's going to be a killer, but it might be too early to tell. Right now my tonsils (yes, I still have them) are each the size of a chihuahua and my head feels like there's a monster truck parked in it, idling. BLLLLAGADAGADAGADAGA. Awesome.

The brilliant thing is that I have a whole unopened tube of Airborne I could have taken before embarking on such a perilous journey, but my aversion to drugs stopped me and now I will pay the price.

Hazy now. Good night.

Originally posted on pop.vox.com