Poppycock
I've always wondered about fighting-fish dynamics since we decided to have them as pets. Remeber Henry and June? However, whatever wisdom I was hoping to learn about them is too late now. Yesterday, those babies separately jumped out of their water, that ended their deathly boring, uneventful coffee jar existence.
Did they have the mojo to fight (they're fighting fish, aren't they) ? Did they want to mate? Did they leap out hoping for a better view? I got a mind to think that it is really the maddening weather that drove them nuts. You know, the very conditions that brought about the fierce Typhoon Milenyo are again present in the air -- summerlike heat and humidity in the morning, then windy, rainy afternoons and nights.
In my case it's the dreaded seasonal asthma that got me, which is majorly hassling. My head feels inflated from lack of oxygen ( due to difficulty in breathing ). My lymph nodes are swollen. My chest is constricted. My throat and my back hurts. I'm getting deaf from a huge arsenal of medication. I'm beginning to sound like my hypochondriac sister. It's the weather, I know it.
As a consequence, my senses are muted, I feel catatonic, and I changed this blog's title, yet again, from Appassionata to Poppycock, which is really nonsense and a hooey. Oh yes, I like the sound of that. Why, I even categorized my entries, which is a tedious OCfying and likely, stupid, experience that prevents me from lying down which I'd find even more tedious. As I speak, I'm attempting to put a fixed background image which seemingly doesn't work for the Firefox browser, darn it! But then, I said I'm technophobic didn't I? I wish I had a more interesting template though.
This morning, I woke up under the weather with a bad temper and I absolutely had no urge for oatmeal. I wanted color and texture and what do you know, I had exactly the thing I wanted in my fridge -- the alien looking bean sigarilyas, that I had steamed and dipped into something sour and something salty, which managed to penetrate my dead tastebuds, and provided for color and texture and fiber that's good for me. You see, I can't wait to get better ....
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Did they have the mojo to fight (they're fighting fish, aren't they) ? Did they want to mate? Did they leap out hoping for a better view? I got a mind to think that it is really the maddening weather that drove them nuts. You know, the very conditions that brought about the fierce Typhoon Milenyo are again present in the air -- summerlike heat and humidity in the morning, then windy, rainy afternoons and nights.
In my case it's the dreaded seasonal asthma that got me, which is majorly hassling. My head feels inflated from lack of oxygen ( due to difficulty in breathing ). My lymph nodes are swollen. My chest is constricted. My throat and my back hurts. I'm getting deaf from a huge arsenal of medication. I'm beginning to sound like my hypochondriac sister. It's the weather, I know it.
As a consequence, my senses are muted, I feel catatonic, and I changed this blog's title, yet again, from Appassionata to Poppycock, which is really nonsense and a hooey. Oh yes, I like the sound of that. Why, I even categorized my entries, which is a tedious OCfying and likely, stupid, experience that prevents me from lying down which I'd find even more tedious. As I speak, I'm attempting to put a fixed background image which seemingly doesn't work for the Firefox browser, darn it! But then, I said I'm technophobic didn't I? I wish I had a more interesting template though.
This morning, I woke up under the weather with a bad temper and I absolutely had no urge for oatmeal. I wanted color and texture and what do you know, I had exactly the thing I wanted in my fridge -- the alien looking bean sigarilyas, that I had steamed and dipped into something sour and something salty, which managed to penetrate my dead tastebuds, and provided for color and texture and fiber that's good for me. You see, I can't wait to get better ....Filed Under: Blogging
Poppycock | 10/11/2006 |
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