Better But Still A Little Weird

Back from the gallows with my head still miraculously intact, thank God. Nasty nasty. I have to hand it to Laptop though, who practically had a breakdown everyday took great care of me and our household while I was dying down. Seriously. He complained everyday hardly complained at all, brought me my hemlock tea, brought me my Uzi medicine, and all because he was
tired of hearing me whine cares so much. What a guy! Of course I was the most obnoxious model patient. Not once did I dramatize my death sentence sickness. I only thought of writing my eulogy pleasant thoughts. Or wrote my obituary chanted healthful mantras. You're supposed to do those things when you're sick, to attract healing. I did see Terms of Endearment The Secret, after all. It was nearly impossible wasn't all that hard to do. Once I stopped hacking like someone who's smoked since the third grade, my head hit the pillow, I strapped on my Iron Maiden 'Dance of Death' Zig Ziglar audio book, and could immediately feel better. That Zig's alright. In fact, I'd like to share now one of my favorites.

"Every obnoxious act is a cry for help."

He's right about that. Take for example, this post.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little strange. I'm definitely feeling better.

Help?

 

And thanks so much for all your well wishes and thoughts…I felt every one of them!