Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The spirit is willing but the flesh is withering away from what appears to be consumption.

I have not abandoned thee or forgotten thee, but I am without home internet service. Take pity on me. I have been reduced to the public library--a nice enough place within easy walking distance of our new abode but full of screaming English children and their semi-literate parents. "Hey, Tommy, how do you spell 'guest?' I've gotta log on to this bloody thing." Oh dear. Note to self: When one has children, one should send said children to private school.

I now fully appreciate why English novels were chock-a-block with dying consumptives. I am on English soil two minutes when I pick up this horrible eye-ear-nose-throat-and chest cold. And I never get chest colds. The damp. The horrible damp. My voice is borderline scratchy/sexy, and my head is pounding. And I won't even go into the now routine early morning blow-my-nosathons that have reached new levels of nasty. Suffice to say, I think there may be an infection.

And now my allotted 30 minutes of public library computer time has ended. Pray that our wireless is installed. Soon.

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Blogger montchan said...


sinus infection and cheese orgasms. Nice combo.

If you want that ring, give me your ring size, or measure your finger of choice in milimeters. They will NOT do mail order. I gotta buy it for you and send.

3:43 PM  
Blogger J. said...

I totally love that ring, and I will get back to you when I actually have some money. England is bleeding us dry. Let me know how much it is again, and I'll start putting some aside in my rainy day fund!

6:06 AM  
Blogger montchan said...

when is your birthday and what is your size?

2:00 PM  

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