Monday, January 2, 2012

Thoughts on Pneumonia

Which, it turns out, I have.

It makes a good neologism: pneumonosyllabic.
It makes me feel resigned, delinquent, vindicated and lonely all at the same time.  In addition it makes me feel like I am harboring a small, belligerent, drooling alien in my left lung.
It reduces the scope of my parenting to smiling and nodding: how quaintly Victorian. 

How I hate this.

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