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Because I can't bear to eulogize Doug - 2008-08-19
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11:49 a.m. - 2003-07-13
There was an avalanche of bad things followed by a sprinkling of good things this week. The goodies have brought me around a bit, at least enough to make this token entry. While it was bad I stuck with the adage that if you can't say anything worthwhile, don't say anything at all. What is there to say really about a week which included 3 straight days of incontinence? What can you say about being 40 years old and wetting yourself as helplessly as a newborn? What’s the upside to that? “Oh boy! I don’t have to struggle to get to the can and can relax right here in my bed!”? Or maybe, “Wow! I’m really getting my money’s worth from those Depends pads!”? Or how about that my olfactory glands went on strike and everything smelled and TASTED like road kill? “Yay! My diet just got a hell of a jump start! Everything that goes in my mouth is spit right back out because it tastes like carrion! Whoo hoo! I’ll be a sylph in no time!” Or that the greasy thumping in my head had a good beat and you could dance to it? Perhaps I should be grateful that during an attempt to meet Wolf’s bus I went face first into the pavement and only split my chin open and didn’t knock out any teeth? “Praise the Gods in some future time when I can eat again I’ll still be able to chew!” Yeah buddy, it’s been a festival of joy around here. ~LA
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