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Draplin Design Co., North America
April 06, 2005
And Then The Fever Broke...
Posted at 05:42 PM

The last couple days has been a real hellride. And of all times, my body�s got go to shit when Ryno shows up to slay the town as a team.

I�ve been in and out of a fever for the last couple days. Monday, I hit 102.5, which really set the bar for some fun times ahead. The highest I hit the last couple days was 101. I�ve been checking my oil every hour or so. Really freaked out.

Last night, after a swig of cold water to wash down a couple of horse pills, my body went into a series of violent shivers. So weird. Jarring stuff, I tell ya. And then, just like that, it stopped and I felt whole again, or, �not cold.�

I don�t know what the hell I got, but man, it�s been scary. Cloudy head, dreamy thoughts and tough, restless nights in the sleeping quarters.

I don’t think I quite made it to the “hallucinations” stage, but nevertheless, did think some downright nasty thoughts.

Our spirits have been low. That thinker gets to workin’ on catastrphic scenario after scenario, and well, one’s gotta wonder if you are just sorta feedin’ the fire and “allowing” the virus to keep you down.

The fever broke around noon today, followed by some cold sweats, so we promptly went out to celebrate with a hearty�somewhat cautious�meal at Tosis (as in, �Hali-tosis�) down the street. French toast and crisp bacon never tasted so good.

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Ryno flies back to Minneapolis tomorrow, that prick.

We managed to do some junkin�, eating out, laying around, festive sparring and general lambasting of each other during his five days here. He will be missed. So will the beer bottles laying around, ant-infested creamsicle wrappers and miscellaneous clothing items that just more or less, �fall where they may� after a big night out.

The ranch is a pit. I gotta muster the strength to give it a proper spit shine. Running a ranch is a full time job.

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�Big� Ben Whitla took a gig with Ride Snowboards up in Seattle. Give �em hell, Ben. Styk and Fank will take great care of you.

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Jackie No-Name, aka, Tim Lane. Met him back in Minneapolis, and didn’t have to much more to say to us after that initial handshake. Now he’s bigtime, in New York City of all places. I’ll be damned.

There Are 6 Comments

You got birdflu, asshole.

Asia’s gift to the world.

Posted by: BCJ on 04/06/05 at 6:47 PM

you’ve still got ANTS?

Seriously, hope you feel better, son.

Posted by: momma d. on 04/07/05 at 6:58 AM

Christ - place is overrun with ants. Aaron probably got some africanized ant disease. Like Outbreak - but with little six-legged virus factories crawling all over his messy bachelor pad. Soda cans and dirty socks and popsickle sticks and half-eaten tuna sandwiches all over the floor. Man am I glad to be back at home where it’s sanitary again.

Posted by: Ryno on 04/07/05 at 9:55 PM

Damn, I must of carried your bird flu back to Eugene last Friday. Wife, mom-in-law, and little girl all came down with the poops, heaves and shivers.

Posted by: Patton on 04/08/05 at 12:22 PM


I was hoping some of your sanitary living conditions would have rubbed off on Aaron. Guess I’ll just have to come out there armed with Terro Ant Syrup and clean up the joint.


clear the schedule for a massive spring cleaning April 27 - May 4 when the parental units will storm the place and spit shine the floors and do a yard makeover.

Posted by: momma d. on 04/09/05 at 8:12 AM

Let me tell you Mrs. D - you and Jim have your work cut out for you.


It’s like a Cheetos graveyard in there.

Posted by: Ryno on 04/09/05 at 6:23 PM