I have to keep this short because I'm on battery power and I don't suspect it's going to last all that long. Suffice it to say that I am on the mend...I've gone from "nothing by mouth" to a "liquid diet". I can't begin to tell you how good shitty jello tastes. Anyway, I'll have lots more details when I have time to write it all down. They haven't said how much longer I need to be here but I don't expect it to be all that long.
Then there's that other thing. For a week or so, I was thinking about something special to do for today. Then, I had to stop thinking about writing something special. because, unfortunately, my thought process was suddenly limited to "Ow, dammit", "I'm not sure I knew I had a there there" and "Oooooh, make the bed go up and down again." Yes, deep thoughts.
Anyway, please be advised that we shall be celebrating Polybloggimous's one-year bloggiverssary a few days late.
Thanks for all the good wishes. It's really nice to know how many people care and I can't tell you how much it's appreciated.
Be in touch later.
Glad to hear you're on the mend.
Well, just to be clear, I don't actually care - it's just that I like to be entertained. And you're not very entertaining when you're all hospitalized and such.
Now, drugged up, wandering the streets of NYC in your assless paper robe, wearing Kleenex boxes for slippers and a little plastic jell-o dish for a hat...yeah, that would be entertaining. Just saying. Not making a suggestion or anything. But, you know, considering the last year of Polybloggimous, it would sort of make a good anniversary picture.
But, I'm sure your idea is good too...
Get well. Soon. We're going insane without you. More insane, anyway. Plus, you're missing out on the death threats...
One other thing, Re: Battery Power. You know that laptops come with power cords, right?
Just unplug the guy next to you and take his outlet. What? It's not like lack of the dialysis machine will kill him right away or anything. He'll be OK until you're recharged. Just make sure you plug him back in before he turns completely yellow...
Oh what? Stop looking at me like that.
OK. That's it. I warned you. If you didn't get better: Vogon poetry.
Small Blue Rock
I have a small blue rock
On my desk
It's made of glass
And has concentric circles on the bottom.
Oh blue droplet of glass you are so relaxing
To look at
If only you were as relaxing
To hold in my hand.
Ode to a Clementine
There were three clementines sitting on my desk
Now there are two
Ode to T-Rex
Oh terrible lizard
Formed of plastic
With lines on your hard flesh where you came form the mold
With your painted on teeth
And arms good only for playing the mandolin
Storm across the desktop and roar
Or perhaps the ukulele instead of the mandolin
But it matters not
As you bite into the shuttle craft
O how I hope it contains Riker
Dude, you've got me looking at mileage flights. The connections are good. You really don't want me coming to kick your skinny ass, do you? You skinny ass that's hanging out of it's hospital gown as you're lurking outside the hospital having a smoke, IV stand in hand.
Hurry up with that healing, but enjoy the legal pain meds while you can.
You are missing all the fun...and we are missing you...Hurry up and get better and go home.
And hugs to Anon GF. (sistas stick together when it comes to sick men)
Not back yet?
Fine. More poetry.
Ode to Kat
My cat is large
He has a big head
And big paws
He also has poor dental hygiene
When he breathes
It's like the wind over an open grave
One of his fangs is falling out
But he can still
Kick your ass
Ode to Kit
Kit is small
And dumber than a box of gravel
She gets distracted
While licking her butt
One leg sticking straight up in the air
Luckily for her
And warm when she sit on my knees
She doesn't have bad breath
Just remember to put up lots of pictures of your cats for the bloggiversary. International Law, dontchaknow.
I forgot to charge his laptop. You would have been well entertained. Stay tuned.
You must come home soon, for we miss you, and if Michelle writes any more Vogon poetry, our heads will get all 'splody.
Drugs are our friend Come home soon.
Please hurry up and get well.
Because Tania's skeering me. She has submerged homicidal tendencies, donchaknow.
Happy Blog Birthday! I've been lurking around but I thought it's a good day to come out of the woodwork and say thanks for all the prolific stuff you put up here. It really makes me smile and stuff. I too am glad you're feeling a little better, and I agree with Mr. Wright - you should totally throw us a doped-up, hospital-gown-wearing jell-o picture for your anniversary! :)
C'mon, man. Up. Enough; there's something important I need you to do. If home cooking and GF snuggling and kitty-kat pestering isn't sufficient to light the pilot of health in you, think about what you're doing to me.
All right, then. Now that problem's solved: who's "Mr. Wright?"
You mean the asshole with the gouge?
C'mon, I've misused it's and left the r off of the word your, I'm so worked up over your impaired state.
And Janiece, I resemble that remark.
i'm starting to like Vogon Poetry. But I'm seriously medicated.
I don't want to seem fixated on the Vogon Poetry (partly because I'll feel like I'm neglecting the rest of you, but come up with a metaphor that emphasizes "one-track-mind" and you'll be in my head. (Also realize it took me a long time to realize that the word I wanted was "metaphor" not "semaphore".
Anyway, I just wanted to add that T-Rex can also play a ukelele, a zither, a fife, a soprano clarinet and some other stuff too. The trombone, however is right out.
Expect something knew and rambling from me later today. It's 8:30 am and I need my first nap.
Dude, you had better get some sleep, because I'm on my way over with the tofu.
THAT will wake your sleepy ass up. o.O
Nathan, I'm liking the Vogon poetry too, which makes me think it's really not wretched enough to be Vogon poetry. Sorry, Michelle.
Glad you're on the mend, Nathan, but sorry it's taking so long. I think my mucho good health vibes might have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque. :(
C'mon, I've misused it's
MWT, that's exactly how I felt after I hit post and then noticed the errors.
::head meets desk::
I for one am totally enjoying the counterpoint of Nathan stories and Anon GF reality!
But that's not enought to make up for the lack of Original Polybloggimous (TM) posts! I miss our Nathan. :(
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