Thought of the day

"If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something." - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

I'm reading through Armageddon in Retrospect. Once I'm done I think I'll re-read A Man Without A Country. Then I think I'm good to write a few stories I've been kicking around in my head a while.

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I went to the Dr.'s this morning.

Basically, my immune system played a practical joke on me. I got a cold that affected my asthma, which mimicked the H1N1 flu strain with everything but a fever. Relieved, I came home and vegged. I still feel like crap. You know that thing how guys will shrug off most physical pain, but become babies when they're sick? Guilty as charged. This fucking sucks.

Because I've been house-ridden, I missed Free Comic Book Day! I was going to stop by Chuck's Comics today and pick some stuff up. That Buck Rogers comic sounded hella sweet. Stupid fake flu.

I've been loafing a lot, reading lots of Vonnegut today, and I'm patching City of Heroes because I need something to do. I might have to miss Shadowrun tomorrow, too. God dammit.

Kat came over today and gave me chicken soup from Chick-Fil-A. She was like an angel of mercy, clad in work clothes, bearing the gift of delicious healing remedies and love. I could not have asked for a better fiancee, even if I had created her in a lab and given her life in a thunderstorm.

I hope I don't make you sick, Kat!