Ok, I'm feeling like hell today. Yesterday, got the feeling somebody hadn't so much walked on my grave as commissioned a piece and contracted the Alvin Ailey Dance Company to perform the debut on my grave. That eased up, but now my throat and head are complaining about mistreatment. So I'm keeping quiet today.
Luckily, there's new suggested reading is up at Giles' place, and Dru writes about seeing Michael Franti, among other Really Good Bands.
And about some effed-up stuff I don't feel capable of addressing. Except by calling it effed-up stuff.
Oh, and Warren Ellis has posted a rough draft-y sort of excerpt from his upcoming novel at his LiveJournal (which Gunn was kind enough to point me to a while ago). It's good, but you knew that already.
Might come back and edit this into coherence at some point, when I'm capable of determining what coherence is.
Nah, then it wouldn't match the rest of the entries. . .
Sorry to hear you are feeling bad, sweets. For me, the change of seasons always causes mayhem. Which, I guess, in a way, makes me feel more connected to the earth, somehow.
This one ain't my fault!!
I'm beginning to suspect a region-wide plague myself... if it had stayed in my head, that would be one thing... it's the fact that the evil demons crept down to my LUNGS and are now having a rave that annoys me.
Liz, you too, huh? I'm starting to seriously consider borrowing some Nyquil from Garrity. . .
Redpac, geez, guilty conscience much?
Dru, that's a nice thought. And I really enjoyed your post after the one I linked, but again didn't have anything worthwhile to contribute.
I think I shall write a poem about you now. Or should I wait until after I've had the Nyquil?
A little before, and a little after...might be interesting.
hee hee.