I'm in no mood.
I've been sick for two weeks. Here I am in Provincetown for five days with ample time to write and relax and I'm prone on the couch, almost too weak to growl. Please, no sympathy comments. I have a respiratory virus and it will pass and meanwhile I'm in no mood.
From which I just thought, "better not post when I'm like this," followed by "I wonder how ornery I'd let myself be?"
Blah blah blah about friends. In my world, they're the best but sometimes the worse. They disappoint. They come and go. They fail to follow through and they disappear and they draw lines and sometimes they miss the point.
Blah blah blah also about love. Love heals but it also leaves scars. Those people who retreat and vow to never love again? They may have a point. I'm not one of those people, which may or may not work in my favor.
Blah blah blah about science and medicine. Gee whiz WTF doc, you can't tell me more than rest and drink fluids? I had to wait a week for a physician assistant to tell me to do myself a favor and breathe over a steaming kettle?
A zillion blah blah blahs for anyone who hurts an animal. This includes the ritualistic religious brutalization of pigs and horses, a recent scene from which I am destined to recall all too clearly for far too long.
I should include blah blah blah for a lack of gratitude, impatience with the flaws of others, rushes to judgement, and endless complaining, but that would unfortunately clearly implicate myself and at the moment I'm in no mood.
I will end this by saying yay for me for writing this and thank you for you for reading it. Now again, no get well wishes please. I'd rather you let off your own steam instead. The universal blah blah blah personhood might even appreciate hearing from you.
ah, love kj