Sick as a...
...dog. I'm starting to think I'm hacking up actual lung pieces each time I cough. It's an incredible experience, these body-racking cough's I'm having. After each one I'm left stunned, eyes teared up, upper body clenched like I'm in the midst of a siezure. It's a horrible process: the first tickles in the back of my throat, a breath taken too quickly or too deep, and then I feel it coming upon me. My neck and back tighten and then my face slides forward into that universal coughing epression: lines focused around the eyes, lips puckered outward perhaps even with a bit of the tounge showing, and then your chest heaves up as your throat and lungs cannibalize each other. I keep waiting for the warm taste of phlegm to turn to the warm sweet n' salty taste of blood...
Andy keeps using the bowl I brought into work for his breakfasts. This really ticks me off. I worked dang hard to get that bowl, namely, an hour fight/debate/discussion with April over whether or not I should be allowed my "own special bowl." She eventually caved, but I figured I'd bring it in to work so it wouldn't be there everytime she opened the cupboards, knowing that I had thwarted her nearly perfect housewares system. Andy the punk keeps getting into work a few minutes before I do, and for the last couple days now I head into the kitchen, looking forward to making a hot bowl of oatmeal to eat while I read my morning e-mails. Every damn day the punk is already sitting as his computer wearing his gay-as-hip gap scarf eating out of my bowl. Of course, it's now ruined, so I can't wash it and start over. No, I have to wait till the next morning and pray I get there before he does. I think I'll just keep the bowl in my desk or something.
Pitchfork is releasing an annual. Might be interesting.
I'm gonna try to talk April into seeing The Last Samurai 2nite. We had dinner at the Holton's yesterday, and they both loved it.
The weekend is upon us, which annoys me, 'cause I'm always bored especially since college football is, well, over for a couple weeks.
Josiah Q. Roe | By Josiah Roe | 11:53 AM
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I laughed so hard as I read your post my eyes watered. Ron heard the roars from the living room and decided to see what had taken control of my funny bone. I told him to sit down and listen. I tried to read it aloud but could not make it through without stopping several times to gain control. You are too much Josiah. Thank you for providing my daily dose of laughter. I hope you get better soon and hide that breakfast bowl from Andy. :-)
Posted by: Barbara Mesh at December 12, 2003 11:37 PM
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