Maybe if I just sit incredibly still and breathe then I won’t get sick. That’s what I keep telling myself. After two and a half hours I put dinner in the fridge, untouched. I convinced myself that I didn’t feel well because I haven’t eaten since lunch. A few pancakes later, I am not so sure.
It’s mind over matter right? If I tell myself that I’m not going to throw up, I won’t throw up. I can’t be sick. Not tonight, and definitely not tomorrow. Tomorrow is Mike Doughty at Bryant Lake Bowl day and if I miss that show I will, well, I am not sure what I will do because I’m already sick to my stomach.
How can I be sick?
In other, non-whiny, non-wussy news, you should watch the American Masters featuring Carol Burnett. It’s hilarious. I’ve been surprised by how many times I laughed out loud watching it. Plus, it’s just utterly fascinating. She’s a lead an interesting and tragic life. They’ve spent a lot of time talking about that thing line between comedy and tragedy. I love that dichotomy, and often find that things can be funny and sad at the same time.
The Carol Burnett Show was one of my favorite things to watch when I was a kid. My dad hated the show. He hated any show with a redhead. My earliest form of rebellion was loving Lucy and Carol Burnett.