Naturally my first thoughts are conspiracy. Some war mongering industrial conglomerate attempting to take my “just kill me” flu induced weakness, to bar my prose from the collective consciousness …
… although the Trout Underground claims otherwise – something about the backup module of the blog software generating page faults that eventually took out a city block worth of servers.
I figure Shakespeare had the same problem, which is why he and Mickey Spillane went the “dead tree” route.
While vile conspiracy sought to muzzle us forever, I was saved by a golden haired angel that replenished our larder with the barest of essentials, wooden peanut butter sandwiches compliments of the Girl Scouts.
Something to read, something to imbue with mucous, and something out of character to fill our belly in between naps – all the prerequisites for a sustained recovery.
Tags: test post, flu, sustained recovery, conspiracy
If anybody’s the victim of a conspiracy, it’s me. I’m pretty sure this whole flu thing is a cover story – one hatched so you can stay home, wringing your hands and chuckling evilly over my all-day-and-into-the-night server-based suffering.
Notice how fast Singlebarbed is this morning?
Barfing maple syrup is the best, it tastes just as awesome on the way out.
Alex, that was simply profound. Remind me to try that someday.
Oh, and I don’t know if your email is working again, but I have some stickers for you. Email me your address and I will send some along.
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I want a cookie.
I want a sticker.
Ok, I want a cookie too.