Monday, February 05, 2007

Something hates my guts.

But fortunately, having hated, twisted guts was a late-breaking development in an otherwise lovely (though cold, cold, pit of hell cold) day.

If you haven't read it yet, take a look at Patrick Süskind's gorgeous Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (1986). It consumed my afternoon.

Now I must become the horizontal version of myself, in the hopes that this time tomorrow will find me more fit for these keys.


Blogger ttractor said...

I hope you feel better soon. I woke this morning thinking about your cardinal photo, and how many people (including me) enjoy it when they walk into my office.

7:05 AM, February 06, 2007  
Blogger Dr. S said...

Nothing to worry about. I think that it was just something I ate.

I'm glad that the cardinal photo continues to delight.

9:18 AM, February 06, 2007  
Blogger *Bat Girl* said...

Feel better! Your guts deserve much nicer sentiments.

2:24 PM, February 06, 2007  
Blogger Poking-Stick Man said...

I did not enjoy this post about your guts quite as much as I enjoyed last year's February 5th post. But I do hope you're feeling better!!

4:42 PM, February 06, 2007  
Blogger Dr. S said...

I did not mean to slight you or your birthday, P-S M. Happy day-after-your-birthday, and our phone call had nothing to do with my subsequent/ongoing blechiness.

5:09 PM, February 06, 2007  

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