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Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Sick, sad world:
I have just recovered from some random mystery illness. I think I had the 72-hour plague. This has happened before, where I will just get achey and have a fever and feel all weak and exhausted for a few days, and then it will just magically go away. I don't know if it was my body's way of fighting off a cold, or if someone was skullfucking my voodoo doll, but whatever it was, it's gone after two sick days and a LOT of napping.
While I was home feeling like death on a cracker, I did manage to get some things done, so it wasn't an entirely unproductive illness. First, I went out and stocked up on Vitamin Water because I figured that since I was supposed to be drinking lots of fluids to combat the evil viral invader that it wouldn't hurt to have some extra electrolytes and vitamins and radioactive colors thrown in the mix, too. Then, I picked some images I wanted to have enlarged for Artwalk and took them to ye olde photo lab. (No, they weren't the nekkid ones. I print those at home.) There was a new girl at the counter and she was kinda snotty, like she thought my shit wasn't good enough for her to print or something. I was thinking, "You betta drop the attitude, art school bitch, or I'll smear my SARS germs all over you," but since I really like that lab and I try not to get thrown out of places that I like, I didn't say anything. After that excitement, I went home and took a nap, because the effort required to hold myself back from calling that girl a twat just wore my virus-addled, antibody-challenged ass out.
Speaking of Artwalk, I must warn you that as the event date approaches I will not only be yapping incessantly about how I'm making prints and paintings and going oh so crazy with the costs and the efforts involved, I will also be bugging any and all of you who are even remotely near southern California to come to the friggin' thing. It'll be October 11-12, so mark your calendars now and plan on attending, because if you don't show up I'll send my enforcer to your house and he'll Grand Jeté all up in your face, beeyotch.
P.S. Name that cartoon reference in the title! Win prizes!
Kerry is better for a cold than chicken soup
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