Got a cold id by dose.
Wonder if there's any way to keep it from descending to my chest.
Oh, well. Sufficient unto the day...
I've cut down to less than half a pack of cigarettes a day, and I get a bad cold. Life gets tedious. Teejus. I feel like Happy Hal Burns's old hound dog.
"Hound dog howlin', all forlorn--Laziest dog that ever was born...He's howling 'cause he's settin' on a thorn, He's just too tired to move over."
Actually, I feel pretty good, all except having a cold in my nose.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Gezundheit! (sp?)
Posted by Joanne Cage -- Joanne Cage at 11:53 AM
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