well, i've been Duped into being sick.
it started wednesday night when a short encounter with the abode of an unassuming (and really very genteel) cat resulted in a Crazy allergic reaction that unfurled in a record time of about 10 minutes, and which i'm convinced sent my entire immune system forth in an attempt to save my swollen eyes.
instead of doing the clever thing and realizing the danger of unwarranted allergic reactions, i went to the Coach House launch anyhow and revelled my way through two glasses of wine before i began to suspect a creeping sluggishness from within.
it was at this point (I can only assume) that some lurking nasty cold virus saw it's chance and Pounced.
and i now Officially feel like HELL.
i haven't had a cold in years. i usually get a warning. Some itchy throat, fatigue, signs from god, you know. but not this time. it was a Complete surprise attack. i'm convinced our viruses have reached that point in evolution where they can think their battle strategies through. they've got the inside scoop, they've got patience, they've got timing, and they've got determination.
sigh.
this could be the beginning of the end.
when i was a little kid i used to have these weird hallucinations when i was feverish, of an expansive sheet of white paper, a chair, and an undulating pencil-drawn circle. I would somehow be standing on this weird paper landscape trying to negotiate my way to the chair as the circle got bigger and smaller and then invisible in the distance etc.
the doctors of course were disinclined to see these signs as indications that I'm truly Certifiable, and somehow i've been allowed to lead a relatively normal life regardless.
nowadays, (or nowanights, as the case may be) my feverish hallucinations were relentless spinning nightmares about film masking sheet grids and recurring page numbers.
tragic. truly.
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very funny.
Possible
remedy:
Circle circle dot dot
now you've got your
Cutie_s_hot.
um...i don't get it...
i am 32/four and i sent you a rhyme from schoolyard recollections but changed the scary part from cootie shot (ooo, ick) to cuties hot.
now imagine being surrounded by two circles of warm-blooded cuties, and they are yours.
circle circle
dot dot
now you've got
your cuties hot.
feeling better?
now if You know a remedy for feeling like an embarrassed idiot fool weirdo freak geek,
let Me know.
(shrug) sorry sorry. i wasn't involved in schoolyard games when i was a kid. i was the one standing in the corner ... most likely suffering from cooties! (joke)
as for a remedy for idiot fool weirdo freak geek...there is none. i've looked.
for myself, that is.
I am employing mental strategies to sling shot my consciousness into a place that no longer identifies with idiot fool weirdo freak geek. I am aware that for every set of problems one trades in, a new set is acquired, so I am curious as to how life will feel after I overcome these shy awkward cooties that occupy much space in this quadradic quagmire of a bodimynd I employ. ie. after no longer being able to call myself idiot fool weirdo freak geek, what will i call myself?
THIS WILL BE THE REMEDY.
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