Thursday, October 16, 2008

Terrible, No Good, Very Bad...

...Day. Yes, I am having one of those. In fact, it's stretched into a crummy week. And this is my favourite time of year! Hardly seems right. I have a killer stress-ache and no amount of huffy-puffy yoga breath is going to make a dent.

Perhaps I still have some Nyquil left somewhere.

Oh, too bad about Madonna and Guy. For some reason I felt better with them married. I believed their people when they released official statements denying marital troubles! Hey, Mr. DJ -- I've been lied to.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

sexay danzig

Gosh, this is possibly the most entertaining thing I've seen in a long, long time. Once again I thank God that the YouTube wasn't around when I was young, nubile and very, very stupid.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Cough. Hack. Weep

I'm sick. My insides are hotter than Hades. My breath is scorching my throat. I want to sleep and sleep and sleep some more -- except that I can't. Not at night, anyway. I start to feel capable of resting about twenty minutes before my alarm is set to go off. Father Time is in cahoots with the virus, I suspect.

It's not surprising that I've fallen ill. Life is hard right now. Really, really hard. It feels like everyone is afraid. Afraid to move forward, afraid to stay still... We're all yella. I've been steadily waltzed into a corner and with my back up against the wall, it appears my immune system is the first part of me to cry 'uncle'. "Uncle, uncle, uncle!" I'm tired. I can't paint any more pretty pictures.

Thanksgiving will likely be a bust this year. I've chosen self-exile, though it hardly feels like it was much of a choice.

If you have nothing nice to say...

Friday, October 03, 2008