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Feeling miserable (whining ahead--avoid at will)

I know I’m lucky/blessed in many, many ways–but it doesn’t make me feel any better when I’m sick with a sudden outbreak of bloody sinusitis (literally bloody–pardon the TMI), a fever that has me shivering in bed under the covers for ten minutes and sweating like a roasted pig the next ten.

Crafting is just not happening–my eyeballs hurt, dammit!

The left half of my Sony Reader’s screen just died–seriously, what the fuck? I’m reading along all right for three hours and then, on turning a page, the screen goes wonky, and now ALL the pages are wonky. What the fuck????

The situation at work is ugly–I don’t know if I’m going to have a job when I get back there on Thursday–and there are no other prospects right now.

I want to pull the covers over my head (if I don’t start sweating again) and hid for the rest of my life.


(but I’ll probably come back to life once I feel a tad better)

What sort of mind could conceive this?

This is what I have been pondering for the past week.

Allow me to elaborate a little.

Last Saturday evening, as I left work,  I found one of those adverts stuck under the windshield. You know the ones I mean, printed on shiny cardboard with some sort of invitation (free lunch in this case) to introduce you to something wonderful! amazing! cheap!

Usually it’s something along the lines of time shares (you know, making a monthly payment to enjoy one week a year somewhere exotic–and expensive–in a tiny condo or cabin that could accommodate twelve–if you sleep four to a bed) or, alternatively, a recruiting event for one of those just-this-side-of-legal pyramid schemes.

This time however, it was something I would not, in a million years, conceive.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me describe the card. (more…)