I have not much to say. I’m still sick and worried about the short story I have yet to begin re-writing (bow down before me, the goddess of procrastination) that is due on Thursday. I am drinking “Immune Support” tea that has echinacea in it. Echinacea makes me feel like I am stoned. Depending on your point of view this is a good thing. For me it’s not so good because it makes my brain feel like it’s running in slo-mo. Which is why pot was never my drug of choice.

Also, just so you know, I don’t think you’ve ever really lived until you’ve heard Rufus Wainwright and Ben Folds duet on a cover the Wham’s “Careless Whisper.” And it sounds extra-special good this morning on my new cans.