Friday, November 16, 2007
J'ai été malade
Wanna know how you can tell when I'm really, really sick? Here 'tis: I didn't read a page of nothin' on Wednesday or Thursday. No books. No magazines. No newspapers. No political Web sites. Nothin'.
Wednesday, at approximately 7:45 in the A.M., I was standing by my car on the shoulder of Bell Road and ... well, let's just say it wasn't a pretty sight. I spent the next, oh, 46 hours lying in bed, or on the couch, watching the room spin between bouts of ... again, let's just say it wasn't pretty.
I think the bug with which I've been suffering has just about run its course. Thus, I'll be resuming my "regular" blogging schedule later today.
Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, at approximately 7:45 in the A.M., I was standing by my car on the shoulder of Bell Road and ... well, let's just say it wasn't a pretty sight. I spent the next, oh, 46 hours lying in bed, or on the couch, watching the room spin between bouts of ... again, let's just say it wasn't pretty.
I think the bug with which I've been suffering has just about run its course. Thus, I'll be resuming my "regular" blogging schedule later today.
Thanks for reading.
# posted by Joltin' Django @ Friday, November 16, 2007 
