The Village Voice: Hot Spot: Dirty Pornos: Doing the Robot! by Johnny Maldoro
at some point, can't you just call it? i think there's a mercy rule or something.
this week has been a total bust. nothing gained. no output.
anne: sick sunday and monday.
b: 4 month check up on tuesday plus shots.
me: sick on wednesday and thursday.
oreo: old, cranky but, loving
have to reschedule car, doctor, dentist and housekeeping appts. also, several work meetings postponed or cancelled.
it's as if the week never existed. maybe it's the heat or the humility.
and let me tell you, i haven't been sick in a very long time; not like that. perhaps since i was a teen. it was like getting hit by a VW microbus. the bug should be called the '24 hours of hell' flu.
i can't think. i can't act. i cannot do.
i have no revelations. it's like being dead for a week except there's no rest.