sickbed update: I’m not really in a sickbed. I’m sitting at my desk wishing I had more kleenex or that the kleenex were at least closer so I wouldn’t have to get up and shamble to their location. I don’t know why I typed sickbed -- maybe I have a strain of brain fever that causes one to resort to victorian euphemisms, although I think that particular victorian euphemism means either childbirth or tuberculosis (don’t they all). I’m pretty sure I’m clear of both of those at the moment. Kleenex! Why must you be so far away? (truth is, I have no brain fever. in fact, my brain is coated with thick layer of fever dampening mucus that somehow makes my ears pop when I swallow.) Kleenex! -- I love typing it now. I am going to replace all parts of kleenex with kleenex. My firstborn euphemistic victorian child shall be named Felix Quintin Kleenex of the dining room table Kleenexes. Those DRT Kleenexes lord it all over their crumpled cousins, the bathrobe pocket Kleenexes. You know what? the BP Kleenexes may not be pretty, but they’re dependable -- they're there when you need them! They don’t make you go tromping all over the house trying to remember where you left them. Good god Felix, I thought raised you better than this. Why can’t you be more like your cousin?
(I meant to write about something else but it’s going to have to wait until tomorrow so I can extricate myself from this kleenex family melodrama.)
(I meant to write about something else but it’s going to have to wait until tomorrow so I can extricate myself from this kleenex family melodrama.)
I hope that you were able to get some sleep.
ReplyDeleteha ha! yes, I slept like a log. (where does that phrase come from anyway?) the point is, I slept a lot.
ReplyDeleteI am glad. It seemed like it might be necessary. I had a dream I was visiting the dentist. And then I woke up and then that is what I did. I don't like dreams like that.
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