Um, OUCH! I’ve got this headache that WILL not go away. It started around the time I went over to the new house for a festive afternoon of sanding and painting, so I thought it might just be from the heat, but lo and behold, I’m back at the crib and the AC’s cranked and my medulla oblongata’s still hammering away at a rate that’d make the Jungle Master shout out props. Perhaps it’s from the lead paint particles I’ve been sending into the air. Whatever it is, it’s starting to make me a little nervous. My freshman year, see, one of my fraternity brothers (yes, Mary, I was a frat rat for a full four years) complained of a headache that wouldn’t go away, and it turned out to be an aneurism. Of course, they only figured that out after he died in the emergency room. }:>(
Which reminds me: if I kick off anytime soon, Jonno gets everything–except, perhaps, my happy meal toy collection, which can probably only be appreciated by one person.
Side note: as I did my domestic chores today, I tuned in to public radio–no, not ’cause I’m snotty, but ’cause Iike All Things Considered and I ain’t got no radio in my truck anymore so I don’t get to hear it much. (Jeez, am I defensive or what?). So anyway, Prairie Home Companion was on (not my first choice), and on the show, for no good reason, was this Eastern European folk-singing group. It had been forever since I’d heard that kinda music, and in that big empty house, I got one of those stupid little chills. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t be so bad, but, like, getting weepy over Garrison Keillor? Ugh…
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