blindekuh; black acrylic ink on letraset paper, illo for a story (an old one now, but updated for a new collection).

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First cold of the year, of the season. Actually snuck it in at the tail end of the 2011, a cough that started up from nowhere. You know: suddenly you're coughing. Taking NyQuil before bed and getting some sleep but trouble waking up in the morning and when I do wake up it's all slow legs and thoughts like rubber cement. I told this to C this morning and she asked me
So, do you feel foggy in the morning?
Me: Yeah, that's what I just said.
C: But do you feel foggy in the morning?
Me: Yeah. I do. Like I said. When I said that.
C does interviews for Profile Kingston and I always wonder if they go like this:
C: So, what are the ideas that you're most proud of?
Interview Subject: Well, it was my idea to invade Poland.
C: Anything else? Like, invading Poland, for example? Whose idea was that, anyway?
A doctor recently warned me against taking too many decongestants so I'll probably try to sleep sans drugs tonight, which has not been that successful lately, so wish me luck.


  1. Love it! Christian answers no first to any questions I ask and then proceeds to tell me exactly what I said. I usually say in response, What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't I just say that?! Legal-aids can be just as annoying as the lawyers they work for. I need to learn to do that and then we can both drive each other crazy. :-)

  2. Sorry you're foggy - me too.

    Happy New Year!


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