Death Comes A-Knockin'
Whatever it is that's going around has officially shown up at my door, knocked politely, and kicked me square in the gut when I opened up to see who was there. Then it proceeded to trash my apartment, steal my wallet and rabbit-punch me in the back of the head a few times just for good measure. Also, and I don't know if this is related or if this is something all together new and exciting, but my right ear currently feels like it's... "full." I guess that's the bestway to describe it. It doesn't hurt. It just feels... "full." What the hells up with that?
So, in other words, I feel generaly like death. I'll spare you the gruesome details, but rest assured that, no matter what, unless you're in a car wreck or a shark attack, you're having a much more pleasent day than I am.
Anyone wishing to leave me lavish notes of sympathy, please feel free to do so. I will be moved to tears, possibly before but probably after I am moved to barf.
So, in other words, I feel generaly like death. I'll spare you the gruesome details, but rest assured that, no matter what, unless you're in a car wreck or a shark attack, you're having a much more pleasent day than I am.
Anyone wishing to leave me lavish notes of sympathy, please feel free to do so. I will be moved to tears, possibly before but probably after I am moved to barf.
posted by Clinton at 10:22 AM
3 Comments:
Sorry you're sick. Sick sucks. Just started reading your blog and it's great. Well written. Breath o' fresh air, I'd say. Well, maybe today tepid, inoculated air. Whatever. Viva la immune system!
Oh, thank you very much!
Yes, currently the air around here is rather thick with germs and whatnot. I should be supplying those surgical masks that Michael Jackson always wears, but I don't want to draw the comparison. Unless you want me to sing "Thriller." Because I will TOTALLY sing "Thriller."
I've been asking myself all day and the only answer I've come up with is this: Nazis.
They've been really quiet lately. Too quiet.
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