Monday, August 27, 2007
Back from the Dead
I'm back among the land of the living, having finally kicked the cold, although it wasn't a plesant experience, let me tell you. Once I felt the cold settling in my lungs, I knew that if I didn't do something, the term “antibiotics” would soon be bandied about, along with “emergency room,” “deductable” and “bend over, this won't hurt at all.”
Yes, it was cough syrup time.
My hand written notes during Saturday (or was it Friday night?) are a bit tough to make out, but let's see …
“If you drink without rythm, you won't attract the worm.”
I feel like a cross between Hunter S. Thompson and Christopher Walken.
And it devolves from there, amid a margin filled with bizarre doodles. I'm thinking the bit about the worm was related to this video. At least, I hope it was related to that video because the very idea of a mashup between Dune, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Brainstorm is too frightening to consider.
After I admitted to Spring that I felt like Carlos Castaneda she suggested I seriously cut back on the cough syrup.
By late Sunday I was feeling much better.
But my blogging software wasn't …