"But sweetie, you'll get bedsores."

I'm taking a quick break in my domestic duties to tell you all how very disappointed I am that while I feel ill I'm not sick enough to lose thirty pounds. A little stomach flu never hurt anyone! Sigh. There's always next time. Perhaps I'll mail order a tape worm.

And that's where I want to stop because my blog has turned into a collection of brain dead text messages. My narcissism level is critically low lately. But perhaps I should keep typing till I get a paragraph? Or even two. I applied to work at some banks today. It just occurred to me that it might be a good idea, better late than never...maybe. I suppose it's better than debtor's prison but the more i think about it it's very much the same, only the clothes are less dickensian. And that's it, I'm spent. I have not another thing to say. Or Blog. Jolie is making out with a clifford doll and it's taking all of my attention. They make a very cute couple.