Between three days of back pain and a touch of the stomach bug that’s been making the rounds, I ended up at home today. You might think this a chance to relax and be, generally speaking, a good lazy bum. You’d be right… but I don’t like having almost nothing to do all day and no energy to do it with.
I’ll be glad to get back to work tomorrow. I kid you not.
From a somewhat tongue-in-cheek interview, a gem of truth:
Q: While at Nobu not long ago, I spotted Donald Trump and reality-show creator Mark Burnett dining. Should I have thanked them on your behalf or violently cursed at them on the world’s behalf?
A: Assuming you did neither, you did the right thing – you participated in your own life, something the average American has completely forgotten how to do. Burnett didn’t create unfulfilled lives, he just caters to the mass audience that has them.
Have I mentioned that I hate Survivor and its ill-begotten ilk? No? Well then.
(This post is brought to you by the nightmares that sunk their claws into my psyche and would. not. let. go. thus forcing me to turn on all the lights and go randomly websurfing to fill my mind with non-nightmarish things. Of course, by the time I’m able to go back to sleep… the alarms will go off. This, after spending hours getting to sleep in the first place, is making me not entirely happy with how today is already turning out. Argh.)
