So yesterday the Grand Poobah asked me if I had finally been to the doctor and whether I had walking pneumonia, and I said yes I did and no I didn't and he said "Well, you were definately on that road!"

So I told my Mom that exchange when I was on the phone to her and she said "O yes, I was worried about that, because you always used to get walking pneumonia!" I couldn't remember ever having it before, so I asked "When the hell did I ever have walking pneumonia?" and she said "When you were three! That's why you had your tonsils out then and not when you were four, because you kept getting pneumonia and then it turned into chronic tonsillitis."

How she expected me to remember anything from when I was three, I'll never know--I can barely remember anything from when I was twenty-three.

Of course, now people are starting to stumble into work, coughing and bleary-eyed, giving me the hairiest of hairy eyeballs...

Last year on this very day I quoted my favourite Christmas song, and since I did it from memory and couldn't remember a line, I thought I'd rectify that error this year:

Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower, alleygaroo!

Don't we know archaic barrel,
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou.
Trolley Molly don't love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!

Been reading Zannah's site lately, containing four different journals, which takes a little minute to get through, but is certainly worth it. Zannah has a nice viewpoint. The most extraordinary thing in the site, though, is a guest-written piece by a gentleman named Forrest Preece about Charles Whitman, the sniper at the University of Texas in 1966.

It brought me to tears.

Alright, who wants a Xmas card? And if you think I already have your address, kindly remember how disorganized I am and re-send, okay?

One year ago today:
"Hanukkah is a new holiday"

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