Service advisory
I would be well done with The Recognitions and onto something else by now if I hadn't had the luck to contract the grippe bug from hell. All I've been doing these past few days is lying around and moaning softly. Goddamnit.
life is hell. literature is hell. existentially, you'd have to think, what's one more hell?
freud said even the most ardent love takes a back seat to illness, which narrows the world to the scope of one's own misery - an ultimate narcissism.
to which lacan would add, "enjoy!"
hope your mechanic gets you back on the road soon.
Man, I should of knowed those guys was out to get me. It was ever thus. Anyway, hopefully I'll be more or less back in shape within a few days. But thank you.
And hey, you have a blog! Sort of! The fans are clamoring for a comeback! You gonna let them down?