Tonight I’ll be doing pull-ups on the toilet bowl

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.

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2 Comments

  1. jags 06.Nov.07 at 1:58 pm

    I couldn’t sleep last night and was thrilled to find it on tv (we don’t get cable so it’s usually infomercials for insomniacs). It was my dad’s favorite show for years.

    “Eunice is feeling bad because she’s failed again,” Mama said. Carol Burnett looks up into the camera.

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  2. jags 06.Nov.07 at 1:59 pm

    And I’m sorry you’re so sick. Hope you’re better for tomorrow.

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