Wednesday, November 01, 2006

This flu's still not finished with me. I've spent the last two days confined to my apartment, drinking coffee, napping, alphabetizing my hate-mail, and having long philosophical conversations with my cats.

Halloween was without incident, although I considered zapping trick-or-treaters through my window with my laser-pointer; what's a few burned retinas in the name of fun?

6 comments:

Ray Palm (Ray X) said...

Mac:

Sorry to hear that you're still under the weather. But you said you were alphabetizing your hate-mail. Gee, I wish I would get some hate-mail. Actually, any mail at this point would help, including black mail!

So, you're having long philosophical conversations with your cats. That's what I hate about dogs: all they want to talk about is sports and bitches.

Best,

Ray

Dustin said...

Hope you're feeling a bit better by now Mac. :-)

Mac said...

I'm OK now. Kind of a nasty two days, but burned itself out pretty fast. Hopefully I can make it through the winter without another one.

W.M. Bear said...

Great Macthulu says to trick-or-treaters: "Ha-HA! YOU are MY treat, little ones!"

Mac said...

"Ha-HA! YOU are MY treat, little ones!"

Hmmm. You know, that *could* be misinterpreted...

W.M. Bear said...

Hmmm. You know, that *could* be misinterpreted...

I realized this AFTER I'd posted it. Apologies. We do live in a cynical, mistrustful age. Poor Chthulu would be badly disoriented.

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