friday morning i woke up with a fever. had to cancel class for the first time in my teaching career. slept until noon.
the older i get, the softer i get when i’m sick. squishy, deflated, blue. chock full ‘o pity. no spine sick guy. curl up in the fetal position and wait impatiently for death sick guy. lonely.
pathetic.
no weekend parties. no beer. no stories. no drama. no guitars. no flirting. no dancing. no beer. no music. no driving. no laughing. no dog park. no drums. no jambalaya. no beer.
just gotta lay here and read john donne (it’s only divine right) and aristotle and grade papers and get woozy and drift off and wake up and read criticism on john donne and critiques of aristotle and take baths and walk the dog and wonder about when rhetoric becomes a discipline and not and tool and where science begins and god ends …
i feel like i’m missing something every second when i’m sick. is this normal? or am i missing something? and why can’t i just …
be?
and after all that god bless america and fly overs and generals doing the coin toss and hero flight crews taking bows and trillion dollar commercials and other such nationalistic melodrama that game better have been god damn good. (that’s two years in a row …)
a question for your prayers tonight: can kurt warner still mention jesus 200 times in every 30 second interview even though his team lost?
meditate on that one …
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I blame the germy students. Every goddamn February…
All the neti pots in the world aren’t going to save me.
i was all proud of myself that i hadn’t been sick in a year, too. i did this one to myself. too much fun + too much work = a smack down from nature. i’m still recovering. and still whining and being pathetic, obviously …
Pussy…No seriously, hope you feel better:) I haven’t seen you in, like, forever…or at least about two weeks…