I’ve been dragging myself around for the best part of thirty minutes and there’s still no sign of my: if it wasn’t for this I’d be in bed… I don’t even know what this is, or if there is one. I am actually stuck in Minority Report…

So I can’t think of a better time to use an informal Italian salutation––

398333_10150764249786041_1681142892_n Than owning a day three illness and being in no mood to rock the grumpy… I’ve tried to string something together with words and what have you but’ve utterly failed; I’ve three separate paragraphs on the go going no-where–– so I’m not going to try for much longer. I don’t do ill very well; it’s a rare occurrence and I’ve never got the hang of it too well. I’ll just have to finish the post this should’ve been another time.

I think shitfuckbollocks says it all really!

Ciao…

Image: Part of a set I took in Rome between 0200 & 0700, empty…

Author: DB James

It's one of the finest things we do; write about our lives, because not only do we reveal our minds through revelations our thoughts provide us— But it gives us an incentive to be honest... It's almost impossible not to consider the value of thoughts with the fairly steady flow of them; their rudimentary worth, relevance to our lives and the importance to the people who have them. It's easy to see how distorted a thought can become when left to constant re-examination and how faceless victim/culprit dichotomies are given grounding by a name or a hover-card. If the last few weeks has demonstrated anything, it's how something as simple as a pen-stroke can release the burden and stresses they invariably cause. I've had glimpses into how fears, confessions, pains and crises can be put right by words creating deeds by changing little parts of the world. And I shouldn't be surprised: we write about things and repeat ourselves about things that have meaning to us. It keeps me humble...

26 thoughts on “I’ve been dragging myself around for the best part of thirty minutes and there’s still no sign of my: if it wasn’t for this I’d be in bed… I don’t even know what this is, or if there is one. I am actually stuck in Minority Report…

  1. I hope you feel better soon! I have been sick a lot this year and it sucks. I wasn’t able to write today either I did my post for Curious Flowers but it is so disjointed they only good thing I can say is that it somehow expresses how I feel and illustrates the chaotic state of my head

    1. I’m trying to keep up with everyone’s writing – I like to read everything I can, but I was struggling with simple subject, verb, object sentences. I’ve managed some simple comments – but uggggh… I’ve actually come back to bed and feel miserable. But on the brightside, I get to write about being grumpy when I’ve beaten it :p

      1. Thank you 😀 I always try to see absurdities for what they are – we’ve got to laugh at things I think. Ourselves especially! I’m really glad you enjoy the writing!

        My face is trying to smile – snorting is definitely out today! 😀
        With anyluck I can hold more than a couple thoughts together for more than thirty seconds without crashing tomorrow *fingres crossed*

    1. I will, I’ll be getting up the same time tomorrow and doing my thing until it becomes dangerous; even though it might be fun to write about, I hate not being able to think – I just wonder if this is how stupid people feel all the time! 😮

  2. OK, it sucks to be sick and, in a way, it sucks to be grumpy, but, really, when else do have a legitimate excuse to be a curmudgeon? Claim it! Then, when people claim cough/sneeze all over them and continue. Of course, that’s only entertaining for a few days. I hope you become capable of something else soon.

    1. I get called grumpy all the time, which is mean I think – I smile all the time 😀 right… With any luck I can get the nose under control, ’cause that kept me up most of the night. I just hate moaning about this stuff – I like moaning about other stuff: kids on scooters, neighbours – nevermind. A nother couple of days at most I think – at least there’s some cricket on tomorrow!

      1. Cricket … the sport where Americans used to their non-FIFA football get their comeuppance. “Wait, what’s he doing? Why? But it bounced first, right? They should nail that thing down so it doesn’t fall off so much.”

      1. On the plus side, not getting it right gives you the opportunity to define it, for example:

        -that bollix (or whatever)

        excuse me?

        -an exclaimation of disbelief, annoyance et cetera…

        The et cetera’s the kicker!

        You should check out the poster for Harold Lloyd’s film ‘Mad Wednesday’ – the tagline was priceless

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