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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.
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  1. Anonymous10:20 am

    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. :-)

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  2. Lulu LaBonne2:09 pm

    Sorry you're foggy - me too.

    Happy New Year!

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