Day of the living dead.
Happy Thanksgiving, i suppose i should say, or maybe not. I came down with what appears from the amount of mucus left in tissues filling three plastic bags to be a flu-like illness on Monday, just in time to totally destroy the plans we had to visit my extended family, a needed break i think for both kathectic and myself from the sameness of every passing day in Seattle. On the other hand, i missed almost a full week of classes because of it, so take that studiousness.
I am amazed at the guilt complex I have. I have managed to blame myself for my own infirmity, which perhaps is easier to do in a post-Christian Science world, but still has a strange lingering Catholicism in it that i have been unable to place. Or perhaps Calvinism. I could believe that. And unlike last time i got sick, which really was my fault for drinking too much, this one is only my fault if you believe that i have allowed the Thetans or whatever to take over my body (curse you, Xenu!).
So kathectic and i are going to put together the best feast that my recurring vertigo and guilt over not doing school work will allow, which hopefully will not cause Three Stooges-style turkey on the head scenarios. But i make no promises.
How are you all? Melting butter on your hot little tummies and drinking Airborne? I could believe it and in fact wish to.
I am amazed at the guilt complex I have. I have managed to blame myself for my own infirmity, which perhaps is easier to do in a post-Christian Science world, but still has a strange lingering Catholicism in it that i have been unable to place. Or perhaps Calvinism. I could believe that. And unlike last time i got sick, which really was my fault for drinking too much, this one is only my fault if you believe that i have allowed the Thetans or whatever to take over my body (curse you, Xenu!).
So kathectic and i are going to put together the best feast that my recurring vertigo and guilt over not doing school work will allow, which hopefully will not cause Three Stooges-style turkey on the head scenarios. But i make no promises.
How are you all? Melting butter on your hot little tummies and drinking Airborne? I could believe it and in fact wish to.