I AM NOT OVERREACTING!

It started with a sniffle.  A sniffle became a post-nasal drip.  A post-nasal drip became a 102 degree fever.  A 102 degree fever turned into a sinus infection.  All this amidst single degree high temperatures outside. 

Don't worry, "like"-rs.  I'm still here.  I stood my ground.  I got past it.  In fact, I went out and played some basketball (in a gym).  I felt better.  In fact, I felt great.

Then, I had a little soreness.  A little soreness became more soreness.  More soreness became an inability to sit up.  An inability to sit up became a Saturday in bed.

Don't worry, "like"-rs.  I'm still here.  I stood . . . well, I stood.  And that was enough.  In fact, through it all, I kept right on working.  I read my entire book out loud and recorded it with my computer.  Then, I played it back.

'A little wordy,' I thought.  Then, 'a little wordy' became 'a lot wordy.'  'A lot wordy,' became 'a little sleepy.'  'A little sleepy' became me falling asleep at the screen.

Don't worry, "like"-rs.  The book will be good.  The book will be fine.  You won't fall asleep at the screen.  It's just going to take some time.  It's going to take some patience.  Some . . . more . . . patience.  Some . . .

WHAT? 

I'm sorry.  Something just happened that is . . . just  . . . too . . . much.  On my way to write this blog entry, which was to be titled, "I Will Never Give Up," I typoed "blogspot.com" as "blgospot.com."  I was redirected to some sort of commerce site.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?  SOMEONE IS EXPLOITING MY WORDS FOR COMMERCIAL GAIN!  Okay, now I'm running out of patience.  I just . . . I  . . .

Okay.  Breathe.  There must be a perfectly reasonable response to this.

I know!  I'll leave the country.  (No!  Don't try to talk me out of it!  It's as good as done.)

Now I just have to figure out where I'm going to go. 

Somewhere where my words don't matter . . .

. . . where they don't even speak this language . . .

. . . where it's warm . . .

. . . where I can rest my back . . .

. . . where there is basically no commercialism . . .

Is such a place possilbe?

AGHAGHGAHAGAHG!  That's it.  One more typo, and I'm getting on the first flgiht out of here. 

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Ay.  Me rindo.