Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Still alive, even if I'm not leaving many footprints on LJ lately. (I'm also so far behind on reading that I know I'm not going to catch up.) Not feeling well. Had thought I was getting a lot better, until one day -- one morning -- of pushing myself harder than my body was ready for set me back a week. Got stuff in my head to write, but haven't felt awake enough to type it up. And I've got more important email to deal with first when I do.

Proper description of how I've been feeling would be unfun whining, and detailing the extreme frustrations of last night even more so, so I'll substitute a lesser whine I've been saving up:

The tiny olive
With the largest pit
Leaves me feeling cheated.

And I'll mention something fun: hearing on the radio a zydeco version of "Pay Me My Money Down" (followed, if I recall correctly, by a folk/acoustic version of "Oliver's Army").

More when I feel a little more combobulated, whenever that is. For now I'd better go lie down before the room starts turning any faster. (Let's hope useful clues come from doctor visit on Tuesday.)