Corbid is a bit, shall we say, under the weather of late.
Not to regale you all with the sordid details, but the gist of it is that if I don’t eat, I am fine until I grow weak from low blood sugar, at which point I must eat, but then when I do I grow feverish and kind of seasick and it all begins again.
Oh there was an old lady who swallowed a fly
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly
Perhaps she’ll die…
(Hey, you there with the elipses! Why must you always oversue the elipses? Why must you end every sentence like this…)
Distracted ramblings of a feverish brain.
Feel free to make fun of them in the comments section.
Shall sink back into my fever dream with a soundtrack by Nick Drake, courtesy of Rhapsody which is well worth the ten bucks a month if only for the immediacy of it…(more elipses, wtf?)