Monday, January 22, 2007

Half way here they whisper

I slept for at least 22 hours yesterday. The funny thing is that I'm still tired...

Believe me, it wasn't by choice that I caught all those Z's. I was knocked-on-my-ass sick, and confined to bed. If I even tried to raise my head, then I learned new definitions for pain. So when faced with at least an entire day filled with nothing, what else could I do?

I'm still pretty wobbly today... mostly from not eating anything since Saturday morning. All I felt confident in holding down this morning was a slice of toast. So, yeah, none of that is at all conducive to being able to carry on a conversation in English, much less in any other language.

This is a rather depressing post, isn't it? I wonder if it has anything to do with this? Perhaps...
So, in a desperate attempt to steer this post away from the cliff's edge, I'll give the Super Bowl a shout out. Da Bears vs. Peyton Manning and his underlings... not that I really care. My main focus this year is that it's been 22 years since the original Super Bowl Shuffle, and that's at least 21 years too long in my book.


Blogger DeadpanAnn said...

Ugh...don't want what you've had. I've been sick for over 2 weeks, but not the kind of sick where you can't get out of bed. Besides, to me it doesn't count as true illness unless it prevents me from eating.

7:46 PM, January 30, 2007  

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