I am avoiding calling my doctor out of fear that she will make good on her promise (threat?) to put me in the hospital if my lung infection didn't clear up with the first round of antibiotics and week of bedrest (it hasn't; if anything, my cough is worse and I am running a fever again while shivering so hard I could easily be mistaken for a junkie in need of a fix).
And I really don't want that to happen, you know. The equation goes a little something like this:
Laura Beth + Hospital = Bad.
To take my mind off being sick, I am perusing the wonderful and surprisingly bountiful collection of Monterey Pop clips on YouTube. Holy Christ, that is the definition of Laura Linger Heaven: wall to wall hippies just tokin' the sweet leaf, listenin' to the tunes, and lovin' one another. The song said it best: all those who come to San Francisco, summertime will be a love-in there. Beautiful.
Here is one of my favorites, from Quicksilver Messenger Service.
