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No better than I want to be

I'm sick apparently, ugh, I'm sick and I still have to drag myself to work. Which means I'm probably going to have kill a lot of the partying from this weekend and stay at home, stay in my house, stay under the covers or maybe in front of the television to watch things like Labyrinth. David Bowie, Jennifer Connelly. Need to do it. Need to not push myself too much right now, especially when my soul essence keeps trying to escape through my nose.

Picked up a book from the library yesterday - Darwin Alone in the Universe - which is filled with short stories. They seem like they will be - odd. Which, as we all know, is my favourite genre. Odd. Unreal. I really want to write a short story, which means I should dig up the ideas for that "Charlotte and the Wildcats" story and start that up. Doesn't have to be a long one, but it would nice to finish something rather than letting it dissolve into a cloud of nothing with a few good lines.

I forgot how dour the world gets when I'm sick. Preoccupied with my bodily fluids. I should take up augury and start seeking the future in them.

David Bowie will save me!

Comments (8)

Are you sure Bryan Boytano wouldn't save you? He did fight the monsters in 1892.

matt:

I just go an email from Genevieve: the weekend is cancelled. I wasn't going to go anyways. There's a ugly, ugly feature that I have to "do".

Joy:

Again, with the bodily fluids!

(hope you feel better)

ben:

Oh, come on, Joy - you know the best part about being sick is lying around in your own filth.

Glad the writing weekend is being cancelled, as there were a bunch of other things I was invited too but now have to avoid as well.

Matt- what's the feature? Is it about know-nothing rich girls on a mission to kill the Pope?

matt:

The feature is on organic produce, and why larger grocers like Thrifty's and The Market don't carry local organics. Why farmers don't supply them. Why large grocers would rather import "organic" foods from mexico et al.
Ugh. It's so depressing. I'd rather learn accordian, or play songs.

"...you know the best part about being sick is lying around in your own filth."

Nay, that's the best part about being ALIVE.

I have no idea what that meant. We never did coffee / sushi / fried chicken.

Call when you're better-- I don't want to see you unless you're BEAUTIFUL.

ben:

I seem to recall more than few cold sore moments from the old days, J.

Sushi! I really need to eat it. Soon. When I'm not bubonic. And when you recover from the leprosy.

We really need a messiah.

I'll call Fiona.

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