A Seasonal Haiku
Muscle aches, headache and snot.
Influenza sucks.
I’ve got several dozen floppy discs on my desk at the moment. They all have stuff stored on them. None of it is stuff I’ve any need for. I think. But what if it turns out I do need it? That always happens about a week after I throw something out. All is not lost….
There’s a relatively new diarist afoot, and one who has captured my interest. Check out Derna’s Fund Raising Diary Her plans have trapped my attention, my admiration and my jealousy. I’m going to try and do a little fundraising at work for her. Lord knows, the Girl Scout Cookie Mothers, and the Daffodils for Cancer…
Dar Williams earned her ticket fees last night. I just wish I could say the same of her opening act. I’d have probably been happier if I hadn’t rushed to get to the concert after work, but instead waited until the group who opened had done their thing. The opening act was some group called…
No, this is not the existentialist, navel-gazing “why am I on planet Earth” question that you are supposed to contemplate on while repeating “Oooom, Oooom, Oooom” and listening to Yanni on your headphones. This is a slightly less existentialist, navel-gazing question of why am I keeping an open diary on Dear Diary. Background: I was…
Oof … rough night. The Prof has a nasty habit of saying sarcastic things that sting, and then backing off when he’s called out about it, claiming he was just joking. I thought it was just me being hypersensitive, but his aunt called him on it when we met up with them last weekend, so…
I’m still experiencing some lingering disappointment that I have to wait until Monday to get my paracentesis. I slept better last night than previously, but I still didn’t get a good night’s sleep. I think I’m finally just succumbing to exhaustion. I stayed up a little longer than I intended, after finding out that “Enterprise”…
*snort*
*honk*
Poor Sal =(
Did you get the flu?
Sorry you got the damn flu!
We’ve all got a bug here. First the baby, then the Kid, then W, then me and now S. Luckily, there seem to be at least two of us functioning more or less normally at all times. I don’t have your wonderful haiku in front of me just now, but as my fever-addled brain recalls there is no mention of the horrible sore throat! When I wake up in the morning it feels like I’ve been swallowing chunks of hot pumice all night. Horrible, just horrible. But the haiku is good, really good.
~Cali
cr*p! don’t tell me you’ve got the flu…
you’re a tough cookie and will kick some virus butt. feel better, take care, and recover soon, ya hear?!
OMG, that’s hilarious.
Of course, on a more serious note… you don’t really HAVE the flu, do you? Hope not!
Please don’t tell me you have the flu!!!