You know how I make fun of people and enjoy judging them without any knowledge of their current situation?
Well, it appears that karma has reared its ugly, Buddhist (is karma even a Buddhist thing? I just associate Cool Things with Buddhism – like the Beastie Boys freeing Tibet and that whole deal) head on me today.
I’m home sick and I feel like shit. Please leave all comments wishing me well below.
Now you’re thinking, “Why are you up at 9:50 and writing when you’re sick?” Well, that’s because I’m 78 and I wake up at the crack of dawn no matter what happens to me.
Remember when you were a kid, and you’d hear your parents up at about 8:00 AM every Saturday, and you’d think, “Fuck that, I’ll never be that lame.”
I’m that lame.
If I’m out until 4:58, drinking my ass off, yelling at people who want to knock me out for making fun of their shoes, I’ll still wake up by nine the next day.
So that’s why, even though I feel like someone punched me in the neck and then filled my nose with Fix-A-Flat, I’m awake and writing.
On the plus side, because I’m home, I’ll probably post more than once today and be able to leave even more insightful comments on your blogs!
Oh, how exciting!
I’m going to blow my nose.
I hate life.