Pork in a Thousand Forms

I'd like to start by posing a question: What do you like better? Egrets (the birds), or e-grits (the downloadable, Southern side dish)?

Anyway, things continue to be well. I'm gearing up for the trip, going through a tourist book, highlighting shops I want to check out. It's funny because I LOVE german food, sour kraut and all, yesterday morning while I was eating brunch, I was reading about restaurants in Berlin, and even though I had a belly full of banana pancakes, I was salivating over the prospect of pork in a thousand forms. That would make a cool name for a metal band: "Pork in a Thousand Forms".

The official name of my drug is now Vemurafenib. If you run it through google, you might come across some positive news for a change. I'm not sure how it's going to work with my insurance and all, if the drug company will continue to supply me with the drug just to see how long it'll go, I don't know, and I don't really care. This stuff is the shit.

That's it for now, or at least all I can think of.