DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MY DIASTOLIC IS?

Just to give you fair warning, this is gonna be a quick one. I'd hate for you to get hip deep into a post, expecting me to go on ad nauseam about whatever the shit it is I feel like going on about, only to discover that for once I didn't have much to say. Ergo, I'm letting you know up front.

Truth be told, I don't have a lot on my mind, and I think that could be my problem. Renee was here for a week and sometime while she was here she got sick. Nothing serious. Just a cold, but in the middle of summer who the hell wants to be bothered with a cold? Anyway, I completely forgot what my mother told me about not getting in sick people's faces and now I too am under the weather.

I don't get sick very often, and when I do it doesn't last very long. But I've been feeling like shit for three days now, and it's only getting worse. Ordinarily I would've had this thing licked by now. So why am I still sick? Could it be that my body isn't used to working ten hours a day, thus it's more exhausted and can't battle the illness as effectively as it usually does? I suppose that's possible, but you wanna know what I really think it is?

Boredom.

I have nothing to do, which leaves me with little more to think about other than the fact that I'm sick, and I believe this is exacerbating my illness.

But I'm not a doctor.

Now, I don't want any pity "so sorry you're sick" comments. I'm not writing about my cold to elicit sympathy. I'm just keeping you fine people in the loop, and not all that much else is happening.

I will say, however, that I've got the song from Last Days stuck in my head. If you're a Nirvana fan, I suggest you listen to it. And even if you're not you should listen to it anyway.

At any rate, I'll post again when I have something more to say. Until then be well and under no circumstances go to see The Fantastic Four.

You've been warned.