Kristopher's Got a Sickness Upon Him

Kristopher was planning on heading down to San Francisco this weekend, for a week-long trip to the, what do you call SF, the city by the bay? The Golden Gate City?

 

Anyway, he ain't going, cuz he went and had himself born with a wiggy appendix that picked this weekend to finally get fed up with Kris and make its escape.

 

So instead of leisurely driving down the west coast, Kris is sitting in a semi-comfortable bed wearing a hospital smock.

 

This all went down yesterday, so I can only assume he is now Kristopher minus appendix, being woken once an hour by a hospital nurse, as they tend to become hysterically afraid that a patient will up and die on them in the middle of the night.

 

Instead of great SF food, he's eating what, in my experience, I've found to be the worst food on the planet. Hospital food.

 

So, if you get a chance, go over to his Flickr page, hail him up, give him some words of comfort.

 

Cuz there ain't no comfort coming from that vaguely meat-like thing in the middle of his dinner plate.

 

Get better soon, li'l buddy.

 

 

Done