Today was Root Canal Day. After almost recovering completely Still ailing from whatever was making me cough my lungs right out of my chest for the last five days, I sat in the dentist's chair after postponing the procedure on three separate occasions. Why postpone it again ... already feeling shitty.
So, I wake up from a ghoulish nightmare that I dare not ask my blog analyst to interpret for fear she may say that I am one of the undead, and the Indians lose to the fucking Yankees 1-0, without even pinch running for Hafner in the ninth ... talk about nightmares.
Then I turn on the NBA game and fall asleep again. I don't know if this was real. I think I was awake ... some kind of little cartoon bodies with big Clay-mation heads, I think ... I'm not really sure ... I don't know what they were doing ... Fuck ... I feel like Samuel Taylor Coleridge -- nobody will fucking believe this.
Miami is winning ... finally. I'm letting myself succumb to darling Miss Emma.
Posted by Bill at June 13, 2006 10:33 PMOh my Bill; I sure hope you get to feeling better soon! Sounds like you've had a shitty week of it. God love ya, FEEL BETTER! Trace
Posted by: Trace at June 13, 2006 10:38 PMJust warn me if you feel an oncoming visitation from EA Poe...
Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at June 16, 2006 10:52 AM