I am simply too sick and miserable to write anything pithy, funny or relevant. I guess without dick/george, I can’t rise up when sick. They made it so easy no matter how miserable I was. Bobby Jindahl just doesn’t do it for me.
I think I may live
I think I may survive my illness but am not yet 100% sure. Went through a period yesterday where I couldn’t stand up without almost fainting. That was interesting. Could this finally be the flashbacks from the sixties that they promised us?
Out, out damn germs!
I’m sick. The kind of sick where I actually wish I was living with something other than birds and dogs because I want to just crawl into bed again and have someone bring me tea and sympathy. Instead, I’ll crawl into bed and accept the love of two dogs who are cozied up to me on the bed so there is not a millimeter of space between me and them. If I could only teach them how to make tea….
Joseph Patrick Kanayurak Stuermer, again
Since I don’t know if I did this right the first time, I’m going to try to upload the second picture again. If I already did this, I’ll delete one of them when I wake up. I’m not very functional when I have a cold.
And here’s Joe!
Yes, you’re right. He is the cutest baby ever born in the whole world. Meet Joseph Patrick Kanayurak Stuermer.