today chinaka and i visited and brought reading materials to fellow pretty buoyant dj phatrick (yes, even dj's get sick), who checked himself into the ER this morning for stomach problems, which i'm sure has nothing to do with our night-o-debauchery on wednesday. he's thinking it might be appendicitis, but regardless of what it is we're all pulling for that tiger get through it.

i brought phatty my in-the-car-for-while-on-the-go muses which included the GQ: Man of the Year issue, stephen colbert's I Am America and So Can You, and a children's menu from olive garden. chinaka brought a plethora of the finest childen's books, but only at the the highest standards deserved of the glorious Chinaka Hodge, such as toni morrison's the book of mean people (see how i capitalized Chinaka's name and not even toni morrison's? godly she is).

from me and chinaka's conversation on the way to the hospital.

chinaka: so what happened?

adriel: he says it might be appendicitis, but he's had it for 3 days already. i was with him the night it started hurting...i don't remember him jumping around after eating...but he was SPINNING.

har. har. har. in the car.





thank roo, come again.