Twice a year I like to give myself a little treat and Become Ill. This provides a welcome break for my enemies and a useful reminder of the fallibility of the body to my allies. I celebrate by taking to my couch and texting everyone I have ever met minute-by-minute updates on my condition, to teach them that life is stern and life is earnest and that I need someone to bring me crackers. The following are the only ten remedies I have ever applied to a malady of the flesh. None of them work – nothing works – but they do pass the time, and there’s something to be said for that.
Daniel, I'm sorry to hear that you (or your fictional alter-ego) are feeling poorly. However, this post was extra good for me because it didn't remind me of my deficient knowledge of literature. Your fan forever, Beth Ann
Daniel, I'm sorry to hear that you (or your fictional alter-ego) are feeling poorly. However, this post was extra good for me because it didn't remind me of my deficient knowledge of literature. Your fan forever, Beth Ann
"No longer drink only water, but take a little tepid blue Powerade for the sake of your ego and your biannual infirmities" -- 1 DMO 5:23
I attempt far more remedies but am also a SOLID #3.
Every time I read one of these lists, I hear it in Daniel's Didion/Wintour letter-reading voice, and I love it even more.
#8 #8 #8. My life is #8.
I am also sick, in a hotel room during a work conference, and no one will bring me terrible buffet food.