Shhhh...
No talking above a whisper.
No sudden movements.
In fact, no talking and no movement whatsoever. There was wine. Then whiskey. Then calvados. Then some serious lying down while I felt the movement of the world as it revolved around the sun. And this morning, there is bright, bright, lasik-surgery bright sunlight. And traffic noise. And a taste I can't quite identify in my mouth but which I'd swear has something to do with the process of radioactive decay.
And I have to teach. This should be...amusing. Tomorrow. Today, nothing is amusing. At all. Groan...
No sudden movements.
In fact, no talking and no movement whatsoever. There was wine. Then whiskey. Then calvados. Then some serious lying down while I felt the movement of the world as it revolved around the sun. And this morning, there is bright, bright, lasik-surgery bright sunlight. And traffic noise. And a taste I can't quite identify in my mouth but which I'd swear has something to do with the process of radioactive decay.
And I have to teach. This should be...amusing. Tomorrow. Today, nothing is amusing. At all. Groan...
posted by Yr. Hmbl. & Obdt. | 10:23 AM
2 Comments:
I think it's amusing enough today.
You know, I'd snap "It's not funny!"--except that it's a nearly perfect rule of life that when someone says "It's not funny," he or she will ensure that it sudden *is* very funny indeed. So I shall fume silently, impotent in my misery. Which, come to think of it, is pretty funny.
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