I’m sickish again.
Nothing terminal, I assume. It started with laryngitis and that’s getting better though I’m still a little croaky, I’m running a little temperature and a bit achy and woozy. My ex used to insist that ‘woozy’ wasn’t a word but I have since seen it in several certified works of literature so what does she know?
Anyway, I’m really enjoying it because I get to lounge around at Smitty’s nice apartment and make snarky comments and she can’t do anything about it because as soon as she narrows her eyes at me, I whimper and get all sickly and pathetic-sounding. Meanwhile, the chicken soup from the Polish place across the street is really good.
Later, we’ll watch a movie or I’ll take a nap and tonight we’re going to see a documentary I’m looking forward to, ‘Searching for Sugarman’ – if you haven’t heard of this, here’s an article about it in HuffPost. By the way, isn’t it interesting that AOL paid Arianna Huffington all that money to use HuffPost to save AOL, yet nowadays, you can’t name anything else that AOL has? HuffPost has totally consumed AOL instead of the other way round.
So anyway, I felt I should put something up on the blog; maybe a piece about non-linear stream of consciousness and…oh, I guess I did…