You know how you stare aimlessly and think aimlessly when you’re ill and you’re lying on the couch and you’re too sick to do anything, even read, but you’re too uncomfortable to sleep? This stems from that...
First off, I got a song called *“F*ck you, I’m a ukulele” stuck in my head, which says a lot about my condition right there. Then I stared at a nearby bookshelf for a while thinking things like, I should really read The King’s Indian, by John Gardner. This regressed to random ramblings of my mind which grew steadily less coherent, even to me, as the week went on. I hope I forget it all as soon as possible. I think the cold medicine has helped that.
I’m on my way to recovery now, though I still sound like **Marcel the Shell when I speak. I’ve lost a week’s worth of Things I Need to Work On time but hopefully that’ll just make me more efficient now. I had to miss a piping competition, thank you very much, which did no one any good. I did use my weakened state as an excuse to finish off Season ***Two of Mad Men tonight which, in case you’ve been living under a rock, or at least away from the influences of television, is a beautiful, dreadfully historically accurate and very sexy show. It really makes me glad I didn’t have to grow up and/or survive in the 60s though, kudos to everyone who has done so successfully.
*The asterix following this one is not a footnote but rather a place holder for a letter that would make this word a swear word which would upset my mother who reads this blog who would then start asking me things like “Would you want a potential employer reading that?” Yes, I would. Actually she probably wouldn't do that (in this case) but it makes a good footnote.
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***I’m behind. I blame college, it keeps me from catching up on one of the most educational pieces of television out there… not that I couldn’t just go get a book about the 60s…
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