Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Unwell
Gra. Arg.
My throat feels like it's being sanded down by a lunatic housewife working on seven-year encrusted saucepans. (ie, mine)
My head is exploding from my oropharynx out. Whimper.
Aspav (soluble aspirin) provided complete and immediate relief.
For all of 15 minutes. Groan.
Moan, groan.
Well, on the bright side, Blogger has unexpectedly regurgitated the entry it ate yesterday when I hit the "post" button. Not tasty enough for you, eh?
Bizarrly, my computer at home couldn't see it. But the hospital computers do...
The truth is out there. Trustno1.
******
He reads. And is moved.
It is masterfully written. The tempo and form; the tone and flavour. Exquisitely crafted.
But there is something more. The human touch. Personal.
A lingering aftertaste.
He smiles to himself.
One of his lifelong ambitions, his obsessive quest in life - has been to endeavour to walk in the light.
Thank you.
Gra. Arg.
My throat feels like it's being sanded down by a lunatic housewife working on seven-year encrusted saucepans. (ie, mine)
My head is exploding from my oropharynx out. Whimper.
Aspav (soluble aspirin) provided complete and immediate relief.
For all of 15 minutes. Groan.
Moan, groan.
Well, on the bright side, Blogger has unexpectedly regurgitated the entry it ate yesterday when I hit the "post" button. Not tasty enough for you, eh?
Bizarrly, my computer at home couldn't see it. But the hospital computers do...
The truth is out there. Trustno1.
******
He reads. And is moved.
It is masterfully written. The tempo and form; the tone and flavour. Exquisitely crafted.
But there is something more. The human touch. Personal.
A lingering aftertaste.
He smiles to himself.
One of his lifelong ambitions, his obsessive quest in life - has been to endeavour to walk in the light.
Thank you.
