Sophia is in her bedroom with a 102 temperature. I came here yesterday to help out. Now I’m in the living room, feeling hot, coughing, and dizzy.
So, of course, the first thing I do is blog about it.
I don’t know if Sophia got me sick or it was because I walked around in that kilt underwear all day.
I’m beginning to feel pretty miserable. How miserable, you might ask? If some female blogger would IM me right now, offering to take off their top for me on the videocam, I would refuse, because I just don’t have the energy to watch.
Luckily, my mother is coming to town tomorrow. What an exciting vacation she’s going to have — taking care of two sick people!
This is the first time my mother is visiting me here since my father passed away a couple of months ago. So, the visit is a little sad. But it’s also an opportunity to bond with my mother in a way I haven’t done since I was a kid. Let’s see if I can still beat her in Scrabble.
Do you think it would be weird to go see a movie about two gay cowboys with your mother?
Since I’m pretty much rambling right now, can I act Jewish again and say I feel a little guilty for not keeping up with some of your blogs. I’ve been doing that gig at Blogebrity and it’s actually harder than I thought to write two posts a day.
I think the medication I took is settling in, so this is where I really go all crazy.
A few days ago, Communicatrix had this very moving thought (her blog may look a little funny today because of the Typepad problems):
So…why am I here? And what the hell should I do with my life, or what’s left of it?
The truth is, while over the years I’ve become a passable copywriter, a decent actress, a fairly good designer and made money at all of them, nothing** has proved as rewarding as writing this stupid blog.
I’m sure that holds true for many of us. I actually thought of going through all my comments and sending each and every one of you a Christmas, uh, Holiday email, but then I’d look like a total wimp, and not the snarky trend-setter that I aim to be.
OK, excuse me while I pass out.
