Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Sick as a dog

My throat is on fire. My voice has dropped three octaves. My nose is running a marathon. Someone get me some Ny-Quill.

While all this is going on, I had an interview with a couple alderman about my coming on the Lethbridge Public Library board. I have to say, I wasn't at my best. I couldn't muster any enthusiasm, let alone smile at anyone, Y'know, I didn't play the game well.

Tonight, I just want to curl up in a ball on the floor, sipping hard, hallucinogenic medication, and moan southern gospel hymns in a guttural, hoarse, cry.


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