24 janvier 2007

Not so much funny ha ha as not funny at all

Things may be about to change around here. And by "here" I mean my life - the template of the blog has held so far despite the extreme neglect, I'm sure it'll last a while longer.
Not sure how happy that makes me either. Not the fact that I'm keeping the blog template, you understand, the fact that the times, they are a-changing.
Funny how one can get used to being stuck in a rut, and when things may be looking ever so slightly up, get shit-scared. Fear of The Great Unknown, fear of going where one has never gone before...
I know, I know: that never stopped Tango and Cash, did it...? I know. But they did have Teri Hatcher (who, remember, went on to be Lois Lane, now if that doesn't say something... what does?) while I most certainly don't have Kurt Russell.
In any case, let it be known that even if all my wildest dreams were about to come true (and rest assured that they are most certainly not, as said wildest dreams include marrying George Clooney with a very favourable pre-nup and a non-exclusive relationship), I wouldn't stop complaining, because that's the kind of person I am. Rotten to the core.

16 janvier 2007

She's alive! Alive!

Hey there. Yeah, just like Lazarus (also the Creature, but moving on).
OK, first things first. May 2007 be as fan-fucking-tastic to you as my health has been incredibly rotten to me lately. And I mean that with every altruistic fiber in my rapidly decomposing body.
Just in case the previous sentences don't mean squat, as I strongly suspect they do ('nt?) - and also because I really want, nay need, people to feel sorry for me - let me give you a hint as to what's been plaguing me these past four weeks (and it does go some way
(only a short leg if I must start the year on some semblance of a healthy basis and be honest) towards explaining why I've been even more sparse (than usual) around here): so first there was the (see below) crick in my neck, then there was a stomach flu, then there was an eyelid infection, then there was the (proper) flu, then there was a horrendously painful and horrendously long muscle contraction in my right arm, which in fact hasn't completely gone, and now I feel a cold sneaking up.
There. Feeling sorry yet?
Oh come on.