Vito the Cold
I get sick about once a year, and this weekend happened to be it. I guess I had it coming: I hadn't been sleeping enough, I spent the other night running around outside in the cold and rain, and I foolishly managed to put myself in a situation where I should have known my allergies would get all riled up. So now I'm home in bed with my annual cold.
Unfortunately, it's not just a regular cold. It's not even the Mongolian Death Cold I blogged about a while ago. No, this one feels like the MDC's big mean older brother, Vito. It's like the MDC went out and got all drunk and angry, snorted a bunch of cocaine laced with drain cleaner, and then came over and took up residence in my respiratory tract. My whole face feels like someone (perhaps Vito) is holding a blowtorch in front of it, while simultaneously pounding the back of my head with a hammer in an odd time signature. I can't see straight because my eyes are watering and I keep sneezing every ten seconds, and my sinuses feel like they're going to explode.
On the other hand, all of this means that I might finally catch up on some sleep (once the cold medicine kicks in), and as long as I am in bed I might catch up on some blogging as well. I realize most people probably assumed I died or something (given that my last update was in mid-October) and stopped visiting, so all of this may well amount to me shouting out into the void. So be it.
To be honest, I haven't really felt like writing lately. The past few months have been trying for many reasons—most of them having to do with work, dealing with life in Sweden, and my general tendency to think too much for my own good. (Who, me?!?) Whatever the reasons, I haven't been all that inspired to write. And so while I have been scribbling random thoughts on scraps of paper from time to time, I haven't really sat down to turn them into anything even vaguely resembling coherent English, let alone a blog post.
Well, I seem to remember reading somewhere that one way people sometimes try to get over writer's block is to just force themselves to write, so time (and sinuses) permitting, I'll give it a try. I will update the post above this one with links to the back-posts as I finish them, and hopefully I will be able to clear the backlog soon enough. I can't promise I will have enough energy or motivation to come up with anything new, but at the very least I will try to get these old drafts off my desk. I'm getting sick of the scraps of paper piling up anyway.
So if you've randomly stopped by, feel free to browse, and leave a comment if something strikes your fancy. If you feel really saucy, tell a friend. (But not Vito. Don't bother him. I think he's standing outside my bedroom door, holding a crowbar.)
See you soon.
Unfortunately, it's not just a regular cold. It's not even the Mongolian Death Cold I blogged about a while ago. No, this one feels like the MDC's big mean older brother, Vito. It's like the MDC went out and got all drunk and angry, snorted a bunch of cocaine laced with drain cleaner, and then came over and took up residence in my respiratory tract. My whole face feels like someone (perhaps Vito) is holding a blowtorch in front of it, while simultaneously pounding the back of my head with a hammer in an odd time signature. I can't see straight because my eyes are watering and I keep sneezing every ten seconds, and my sinuses feel like they're going to explode.
On the other hand, all of this means that I might finally catch up on some sleep (once the cold medicine kicks in), and as long as I am in bed I might catch up on some blogging as well. I realize most people probably assumed I died or something (given that my last update was in mid-October) and stopped visiting, so all of this may well amount to me shouting out into the void. So be it.
To be honest, I haven't really felt like writing lately. The past few months have been trying for many reasons—most of them having to do with work, dealing with life in Sweden, and my general tendency to think too much for my own good. (Who, me?!?) Whatever the reasons, I haven't been all that inspired to write. And so while I have been scribbling random thoughts on scraps of paper from time to time, I haven't really sat down to turn them into anything even vaguely resembling coherent English, let alone a blog post.
Well, I seem to remember reading somewhere that one way people sometimes try to get over writer's block is to just force themselves to write, so time (and sinuses) permitting, I'll give it a try. I will update the post above this one with links to the back-posts as I finish them, and hopefully I will be able to clear the backlog soon enough. I can't promise I will have enough energy or motivation to come up with anything new, but at the very least I will try to get these old drafts off my desk. I'm getting sick of the scraps of paper piling up anyway.
So if you've randomly stopped by, feel free to browse, and leave a comment if something strikes your fancy. If you feel really saucy, tell a friend. (But not Vito. Don't bother him. I think he's standing outside my bedroom door, holding a crowbar.)
See you soon.
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