Hideous Swine Flu fom China.
I'm sure that's what I've been afflicted with. One of those hideous, knock-you-on-your-ass-and-you-better-stay there wasting sicknesses that come from the far reaches of the world just to irritate me.
Alright, so I've got the regular old flu, but it feels worse. It almost surely feels like death warmed over. I've never really understood that phrase, but still I'm sure that's what I feel like. So I am certain you will forgive me for missing a few posts. I've not had anything to report anyways, since I've spent the bulk of the time on the couch sleeping fittfully (while dreaming about kittens, yes kittens. In fact, kittens lost inside an imense cemetary) or watching BBC America along with re-runs of Family Guy and catching up on this season's Nip/Tuck. Oh, and of course, there are my Sports Night DVDs.
I was really hoping that I had learned something meaningful and that I would come to me during this blog, but alas, no. Sports Night is always very inspirational for me. The dialogue is killer, but I was feeling so yucky that all I could do was lay there and do that pathetic chuckle which gradually disintegrates into a cough thing that flu suffers the world over know so well.
I can report that my husband has a new nickname for me and I will use it as I sign-off. More tomorrow as I return to the land of the lving or, at least, death not warmed over.
See ya!
Hip-Hop Jen






