Thursday, January 12, 2006

Behold the Whiny Loser

I'm cold, I'm hot, I'm sweaty, and everything seems sort of out-of-focus, even when I remember to wear my glasses.

If you squozed me, bad oozy green stuff would shoot out every hole in my head.

And tick...tick...tick...the sound of a deadline approaching. Only three days away now -- the Amber Heat Wave Contest, which I'm determined to enter, even if my entry itself turns out to be incoherent, TheraFlu-overdose induced drivel.

At any moment, I expect my husband to threaten to hide my VICKS™ Sinex™ 12 Hour Nasal Spray if I don't stop hitting it like a crack pipe. Ha. Let him. Like any good addict, I keep a stash.

I'm looking forward to the moment when I hit "send" on this puppy and can indulge in a shot of the good stuff. That's right, you heard me: Original formula NyQuil™, complete with full alcohol content. The stuff of legend. Got a bottle with an unbroken seal in the back of the linen closet, just waitin' on me. Yeah, it's so far past its expiration date that it's probably toxic in full-dose form, but I'm not afraid.

Though I do wonder how much I could get for it on eBay...

2Comments:

Blogger Karen said...

LOL. I'm sorry you feel so sick, but I can't wait to see what comes out of your semi-delirious mind!

1/13/2006 8:42 AM  
Blogger Selah March said...

Thanks, Karen.

Feeling better today. Surprisingly, the couple thousand words I wrote last night aren't the surreal nightmare I expected. Missing a few verbs here and there, and I went nuts on the adjverbs in the last couple paragraphs, but I've been known to do that when virus-free and stone sober.

1/13/2006 1:06 PM  

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