I spent the majority of Tuesday, not at work, but on my living room couch, cradling my head with a skull-splitting headache.
Some of this pain was due to some sort of flu-type situation.
Some of the pain, I suspect, was as a result of the stuff oozing out of my television set.
Let me begin by saying that I realize that I am the one at fault here. After all, I turned it on, yes? Heaven forbid I just lay here and be ill!
Afternoon television is rife with damaged people suing each other, desperate women looking for favorable paternity-test outcomes, people shrugging their shoulders and repeating things like “it is what it is”.
It is what it is. Why I oughta…
Judging from the afternoon television line-up, it both is what it is and is what it ain’t. There’s a lot of self-deluded people out there, people wearing clothing several sizes too small crowing, “I look gooooood”, people sure that they’re big break is just around the corner…
And speaking of people who believe their big break is just around the corner, I get on an airplane tomorrow morning for the first time in, oh, ten years or so, whereupon I will be on my way to Dayton, Ohio and the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Conference. I’ve made a list of what to pack; I’ve written my name and address in indelible ink on my forearm, in case of disaster; and I have made my peace with the kittehs.
I am ready to fly.
And I look goooooood.
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