I’ve just realized how much of an annoying, petulant and complaining little twerp I’ve been for the last few days. I’ve been grumbling about something or the other and been a morose pain in the backside for most people I’ve encountered. Not done.
I don’t know whether it is the fact that I’ve been eating extremely yuckky food on account of my tummy upset that is putting me in a bad mood. I have been known to get extremely irritable when hungry, so yes. It is now time to rewind. Get back in the groove of writing snarky little prose pieces that make people go, “Sheesh! What a character! Incorrigible, really.” I shouldn’t, in all good conscience, ignore humour. No. Not at all. It is after all one of the most important of the contortions that the human face is capable of. And oh yes, I know that I’m just typing nonsense; it doesn’t bother me much. I’m quite used to it. Not that I really care if it makes other people’s eyeballs pop out. I’m like that. Sorry if it bothers you. Actually, no. I could not care less. Ha!
The thing is, that it is rather annoying if all you get to eat is rice and dahi, a combination that makes you want to puke. And I’m telling you, food is a great contributor to a person’s mood. For instance, when I eat chocolate, the really good ones that melt while you’re holding them, I get dreamy and go off into my own chocolatey little world where all is right and I am happy. That is not the case when the food is bad. See?
And so, it comes to my mind that the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is a better alternative to reading war poetry from World War I. It cheers you up considerably, unlike the latter which, although beautiful in its own depressing, gory and “filled-with-futility” way, is not the best thing to read when you’re already in the worst of moods. Hence, hence. What I mean is, it is cheerful, “cheering-up”, “cheer-uppity” literature from now, for me.
It’s just that, I really hope I get better quickly. I’ve got things to do, things that I want to do, so I don’t want to miss out on those on account of sick little bacteria. (DIE DIE DIE YOU! EAT ANTIBIOTICS! Er, ahem *cough*). So, that, yes. And I want certain things to work out and some things to get sorted out. I can’t do anything if I’m croaking in bed, can I? I think I should go watch a funny movie now, just to keep my spirits lifted.
Here’s to hope!
I don’t know whether it is the fact that I’ve been eating extremely yuckky food on account of my tummy upset that is putting me in a bad mood. I have been known to get extremely irritable when hungry, so yes. It is now time to rewind. Get back in the groove of writing snarky little prose pieces that make people go, “Sheesh! What a character! Incorrigible, really.” I shouldn’t, in all good conscience, ignore humour. No. Not at all. It is after all one of the most important of the contortions that the human face is capable of. And oh yes, I know that I’m just typing nonsense; it doesn’t bother me much. I’m quite used to it. Not that I really care if it makes other people’s eyeballs pop out. I’m like that. Sorry if it bothers you. Actually, no. I could not care less. Ha!
The thing is, that it is rather annoying if all you get to eat is rice and dahi, a combination that makes you want to puke. And I’m telling you, food is a great contributor to a person’s mood. For instance, when I eat chocolate, the really good ones that melt while you’re holding them, I get dreamy and go off into my own chocolatey little world where all is right and I am happy. That is not the case when the food is bad. See?
And so, it comes to my mind that the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy is a better alternative to reading war poetry from World War I. It cheers you up considerably, unlike the latter which, although beautiful in its own depressing, gory and “filled-with-futility” way, is not the best thing to read when you’re already in the worst of moods. Hence, hence. What I mean is, it is cheerful, “cheering-up”, “cheer-uppity” literature from now, for me.
It’s just that, I really hope I get better quickly. I’ve got things to do, things that I want to do, so I don’t want to miss out on those on account of sick little bacteria. (DIE DIE DIE YOU! EAT ANTIBIOTICS! Er, ahem *cough*). So, that, yes. And I want certain things to work out and some things to get sorted out. I can’t do anything if I’m croaking in bed, can I? I think I should go watch a funny movie now, just to keep my spirits lifted.
Here’s to hope!
2 comments:
I'd recommend Monty Python, though. :P
"I uill not buiy this rrekord, eet is skratched" xPD
aee get well soon...have loads of fluids.
and i know how you feel coz i'm on antibiotics too!
it sucks
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