He is sick for, like, 4 days and me for nearly 4 f**king weeks now! Do I not have enough health crap to deal with?
Other than the one trip where I got sick again, I have NOT LEFT THE HOUSE for a month. I am going crazy here but just need to get better and yet, even today, I am still coughing with a throat problem. F**k, f**k, f**k, it’s just not fair!
May I, for once, wail: ‘Why me?’
OK, in my more Zen like moments, I know this is a mere sh*tty little blip of time in the context of my whole life ... but, hey, another sh*tty blip?
Like I haven’t had a surfeit of those in the past 12 f**king years? Just bring it on because I can cope with endless f**king sh*t and stuff ... who better than me? I should welcome the practice of finding ways to cope in this daily living hell that would appear to be my lot in life... and, you just gotta wonder why, NO?
Perhaps there is some f**king messiah who knows all sh*t and I am serving payback for some former f**king life that I don’t even f**king remember so what is the f**king point of that?
Anyway...
As it does, life is – only now, at the end of January - returning to some semblance of normality. I have a bunch of friends at mine tonight to watch a DVD on Blek le Rat and, if any of them have a cold, they can f**k right off, I’m telling you!
[No, of course I didn't really tell my friends to f**k off, not even those with colds. I may be profane but I am not rude! Many apologies for the profanity and I hope the ** helped ameliorate the effect. This was just a piece that needed seriously profane language to express my mood! I feel it to be quite reserved in that context ... and, yes, I do feel better now. Thank you for asking.]
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