The sun has finally come back. It brings a different air to the day. When the businesses all close, and the nightlife starts to grow, and the sun hasn’t set yet, life seems a lot less hectic and much more fun. Warm weather, humidity, and sunburns are surely just a step away.

If you don’t have something new to say, step away from the microphone.

I met a beautiful girl last night.It was unexpected luck, since I was in the hospital. My manhood was still intact when I met her, despite the rainbow colored hospital gown I was wearing. Her’s matched. We shared maladies made fun of the doctors.
I was shocked though, when the doctor came up to talk with her, and asked her about her cystic fibrosis & diabetes. Being the typical ignorant American I am, I knew next to nothing about the disease. Simply that it is rather serious and genetically inherited. In my mind, it was much like Down Syndrome and Multiple Sclorosis.
So how could this perfectly normal girl, beautiful, intelligent, funny… have such a disease?
Unfortunatly she was released about the time they told me I should get a CAT-scan. She offered me a fruit rollup and said goodbye.
After being poked, prodded, and spit up on, I was released, and went back to my apartment to look up the deifinition of Cystic Fibrosis.
Cystic fibrosis (CF) is a chronic, progressive condition that primarily affects the body’s respiratory and digestive systems. It is due to a gene defect that causes the body to produce abnormally thick mucous.
Approximately 30,000 children and young adults in the U.S. have CF. One in 31 Americans carries an abnormal copy of the CF gene but isn’t sick with the disease. You must have two abnormal copies of the gene, one from your mother and one from your father, to have cystic fibrosis.

— WebMD

Hardly the brain melter I was expecting. Makes for a difficult life, no doubt. Which only makes me think that much more about that girl.
If you see a beautiful woman on the GWU campus, with gauze covering the syringe mark on her arm, tell her she made my night more enjoyable, and made me slightly less uninformed. (And ask her if she’s free for dinner on Friday… she looks great in a hospital gown.)

If merriam-webster ever decides to start charging for access to their web site, I’m all there, man.