Forgive my crankiness yesterday - I was coming down with something, is my excuse. So today? Even more cranky. I do hate being sick. Anyone else have this problem that, when you're sick, everything - as in, say, your entire life - seems horrible and hopeless? It's like looking at the world through vomit-colored glasses.
Susie's still sick, also. But mostly at night. Because we wouldn't want to get a decent night's sleep, right?
I feel fat, too. That's not helping my mood. And have I mentioned the ants? They're back.
Maybe I'll do all short paragraphs today. In honor of BlogHer. Which I am sure would be really fun if I actually went to it.
And I do like mamabird. I'm glad she can take a joke. But I still wish she had given me her plane ticket.
Except I would have been too sick to go anyway. So there.
Alas, the humor well is dry today. Nothing funny. Nothing even halfway amusing. So why am I here?
I mean, in general?
See? Being sick depresses me. Someone tell me something funny. Anything. Laughter's the best medicine. Or that's what I read in the Reader's Digest, anyway.
Why am I quoting Reader's Digest? I hate them. They never want to buy my jokes. I've been trying to get their attention ever since I was in the 6th grade and I spotted "Our ryes have seen the glory..." on a poster in a Jewish deli. I sent that in, and they never even answered me.
I coulda been a contender.
I'm gonna go listen to the Brian Regan Live CD that Suzy recommended. I bet the Reader's Digest never took any of his jokes, either.