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.)