Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Blogging, and I hab a code

The Post had an opinion piece yesterday and a chat today about blogging. Made me a little self-conscious, actually...particularly chat comments like "Realized that most of the blogs made me want to gouge my own eyes out -- unbelievably boring stuff out there."

Eh. Well. Yeah.

On the other hand, when I started this whole thing I really had two objectives...learn to use Movable Type to see if it'd work for the rat page, and to get my lazy brain writing in the active voice again. It's really just my diary, and I've kept it up longer than any written journal I've ever had.

So what the heck. Now on to my eye-gougingly boring day:

I slept til 4:30 pm, when Victor called (for the third time) and finally woke me up. I've been fighting a cold for a week, and today I gave in and let the cold win. I feel like a total slacker and wuss; my parents never called in sick. Victor never calls in sick. My boss has only been sick once in ten years.

I'm still very achy, but it's a big improvement over 12 hours ago when I tried and failed to face the day.

I need black cherry Kool Aid. I know I'm supposed to drink fluids, but everything tastes nasty right now, even water...syrupy black cherry Kool Aid is the only drink I can stand when I'm sick.

I need chicken soup. I have some, but like the Kool Aid it requires standing in the kitchen and mixing it with water or something taxing.

I need a mom. Not my mom...my mom never called in sick, and even when she was sick she'd get home from work and still make us dinners that required more than adding water. My mom would have no sympathy. I need a tv mom, preferably one from a soup commercial.

Oh, and that big Kool Aid pitcher guy could come crashing though the wall; that would help, too.

Posted by Nic at November 17, 2003 05:43 PM | TrackBack