A very great argument for the general unfairness of life is how sick I felt on Bowen over the long weekend. Granted, it's just a cold, but I'm talking about how sick I felt, especially when there was so much good (better than) food to eat and happy little babies to enjoy (one in particular), and the nernies were out in full force, having fun and being hilarious and productive. And how did I contribute to it all? I caught a cold. Winning.
Now it's a bit better but it isn't all better, and I spent the day doing so little that now I can't sleep. Why should I sleep? I never properly woke up. I ate a small margarita pizza at around dinner time and shuffled around a bit, but that doesn't count. I couldn't go to class, which makes me feel as if I've missed an episode of my favourite soap opera. My favourite soap opera has very low production values and I have to sort of tilt my head and squint to find it entertaining, but once I do, boy. That's entertainment. And now I don't know what happened.
Am I whining? Yes. I am whining. I don't like having a cold. It lacks all the dignity and glamour that I feel I am owed, this late in life. I don't know what I'm talking about. Colds are stupid.
Hickory Sticks, on the other hand, are thin cut, lightly seasoned, irresistible. There's an empty bag crumpled in front of the monitor. Love 'em for the CRUNCH! MUNCH! TASTE! Who writes that stuff? Does it pay well, coming up with that? It sounds like a crazy person screamed it aloud. Who looks at a bag of chips, thinks long and hard about how to make it as appealing as possible, and says, ah yes: TASTE! It's a good thing there's French on the bag, so French people can consider the GOUT! They've got to be as informed as I do, those French people, so they can made an educated decision when buying Juliennes A L'Hickory.
Ya. Take that, Hostess. That's some biting blog commentary you can't ignore. It's poison in the vein, Hostess, and heading for the heart. Best repent.
I wish I had a pile of new books to read, instead of weird old y/a books from a free bin on 4th avenue. Although Corrie and the Yankee has it's good points, don't get me wrong. But it's no Micheal Ondaatje. I haven't read his latest whaddyacallit. I haven't been reading any current stuff at all, and I think it's starting to affect me in ways that are strange.
I had a long bath tonight and read through The Old Man in the Sea for the first time since high school. I was struck by how much it reminded me of fishing in The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass. I couldn't have made that little connection in high school, could I? Which shows how much I've grown. As a woman.
I wish I hadn't finished that game so quickly. It gave my life purpose.
If you can get a higher scrore than 2000, I'll give you something better!
But still. It's not the same. I need a quest.
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So sorry you are unwell. "The Old Man..." is a good choice to read though, because it makes you feel a little less unfortunate by comparison, no? Today was voting day in Ontario. I biked there this morning. Tres fancy.
give me a call you chummmmmmmmmmp! Or maybe I'll call you!
oh hello there. Guess what? If you are looking for books to read why don't you continue on with the Arthur trilogy that I am kicking your ass at reading right now. The first one was great, the second one was the same but perhapas a little less great but the third is wonderful! They are in Venice! Or if the books don't tempt you there's always the fun activity of returning a cousin's phone calls. Hurry do it now before the messages become weepy!
OH MY GEE.
Kim - What are you talking about, less unfortunate? All the old man has to deal with is, what, a near-death struggle with the sea, loss of his livelihood, hands wrecked, some sort of heart trouble, etc. Didn't you hear me say that I HAVE A COLD? I win. Biking is fancy.
Emlers - Yes, well, I almost bought the second one the other day in an used bookstore, but it was still too expensive because it was hardcover. Stupid expensive children's books! And I'd have to read the first one again because I already can't remember what happened with the other dimension stuff. And time is money! PS - Whatever, weepus, I saw you this morning. Come back soon so we can organize piles of delight. Oui.
Poorunst.
Thanks for replacing this loop in my head:
Prince Aboo, yes it is you, Ali a boo boo
with this one:
CRUNCH! MUNCH! TASTE!
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