Sunday, November 16, 2008

I love my mom.

She called today after she saw me post-show last night because she said I seemed upset and/or sick. I was both, and I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when she totally read my mail. Because she's my mom, and she knows.

I keep saying I'm done with being sick, and then I keep... not being done. That is the essential summary of my bout with bronchitis thus far.

Most of the movies I have seen lately have been too campy for their own good and I haven't read anything for a week or so, so I don't have much to blog about. If I was my brother, I'd write something deep and philosophical but I don't have enough lung capacity for that.

Except I no longer have a mohawk. That's noteworthy.

Still pink, though. For the moment.

6 comments:

kali! said...

you'd better have a picture of this pink mohawk, or at least the capability of recreating it. i'm desperate! i need to see it! i misssss you!

Anonymous said...

There is nothing worse than a campy movie on a sick stomach, or throat as the case may be.

Anonymous said...

You're meat, and I'm tenderizing you!
Bethany A said that.

Anonymous said...

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT TO SAY. i meant to say "You're meat, and I'm stabbing you", but "tenderizing" came out.

Anonymous said...

Yep, STABBING is so much nicer..


From thru the looking-glass

And once she had really frightened her old nurse by shouting suddenly in her ear, 'Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyaena, and you're a bone.'

John A said...

If I make you feel normal, does that make me WEIRD?