Thursday, January 25, 2007

Sorry. Calculus and some two-bit bully of a virus have teamed up to kick my ass.

It's not even a bad virus. I have never been debilitated by symptoms; I just require something like 31 hours of sleep a day and have a mild sore throat and cough. I feel like someone that the mob thought wasn't important enough to send a real hit man.

I'll be back, soon, with many life metaphors gleaned from math class.

I promise.

3 comments:

bigbelly said...

Hey, I got sick this week too. Started Monday right after the show Sunday night. Hmmmmmmm.

Anonymous said...

Sorry you are sick. Was great seeing you last weekend. I think that I am going to come up for my birthday in March. I'll let you know.

love ya.
M

PrincessMax said...

Well, who wouldn't want to stay at Chez Murphy for her birthday? Mom and Dad told me that I had to plan a "weekend retreat" for next month when they go away. Apparently, the dog doesn't like having a whole bunch of people checking in on her and would prefer just one person to wait on her while they're gone. I told them I'd do only if I could drink beer and have boys over. It won't be quite the same without the short ribs that just happen to be in the oven and the peaks of butter on the toast, but my friends and I will manage.