I had a cold. It was a promiscuous cold; others had had it before me. And yet it clung to me like an unpaid student loan. I tried to use whiskey as an antibiotic. It went viral. I tried to sleep, but every time I came close, it woke me with a cough.
Finally, I sat down at my computer and called up the news. It was so depressing, I heard each cold virus scream as it committed suicide in a fit of nihilistic despair.
Wise men used to say, “starve a cold, feed a fever.” I say, show ’em the news. Let’s see just how tough they really are.
(From the movie, “The Shining.”)
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Unexpected, Brian. Either you really are feeling better. Or you are abysmally bored. Oddly, I hope it’s both. Boredom is always a good sign of imminent recovery. But, whatever the cause, it’s good to have one of your posts on my Reader again! 🙂
2 points, Crispina: it’s both. 🙂
Um … is this a correction of my grammar (blog comments don’t count)? Or a reply to my query? I’m guessing the latter. You just can’t wait to be out in the sub-zero temperatures forecast for later this week, I know.
Any excuse for a shot or more of whiskey.
Reply to query, of course. Were I disposed to correct your grammar, I would have adopted the lofty tone taken by those intent on preventing others from debasing the English language.
And I need to buy more whiskey.
Love it. I have missed your sense of humour. But it’s good you’re back on your feet. 🙂