Thursday, July 30, 2009

Absinthe Makes the Heart go Wander.

Have been lying low as kicked in the kidneys (literally) by a vile disease which makes me grunt a lot and also prevents me from walking upright, having drinks, signing in online or performing any other task which would help you differentiate between me and a Neanderthal. (And it's a tough riddle at the best of times, I know.)

But, as Plath writes so insightfully, the box is only temporary. And, as the pithy Schwarzenegger added just a moment later, I'll be back.

1 comment:

  1. Your mystery illness sounds a little like severe drunkedness/hangover. I have diagnosed you thus.
    Please don't contract any more nasty infections - I am thoroughly enjoying your blog and am hoping for more regular updates.

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