Made it to Dallas last night, dear reader. The flight had some bumps, so I popped a little Vicodin on the way up, which helped me turn into a piece of rubber. I really do need to get to a doctor sometime so I can get a prescription for a little anti-anxiety med for flights.
Fortunately, this conference is for clinical research personnel, so I didn’t feel I was in much danger when I tossed down five gin-and-tonics during the NCAA hoops finals last night. At the very least, they’d be able to determine the exact drug-drug interaction that would lead to my state of inebriation.
Tonight, I’ll likely hit the Mavericks home game. I’ve only been to 4 or 5 different arenas, as far as I can recall, which means I’m lagging behind the number of baseball stadia I’ve attended games in (7).
Like, as ever, you needed to know.
