and since I like to do what she does, I am too. The writing prompt is . . .
"What was your medicine? Write about a time you remember being ill."
I actually wrote this on Saturday before I saw the prompt so I am not sure if it counts. Oh, and it is more rambling then writing but anyway, here goes . . . .
The Best Medicine
This crazy migraine (?) pinched nerve (?) brain tumor (?) is killing me.
I have some hilarious and unbelievable things to tell you about but I almost in tears from the pain. I can hardly see straight. Nothing is helping me and I am frustrated.
Luckily I have this.
All snuggled up with this to make me smile.
Matt pulled out the hide-a-bed so I could lie down and watch net-flix through the wii on the big TV in comfort.
Pleasure spiked with (a lot of) pain.
I am watching "Grey Gardens" for about the 15th time. It is so flippin' bizarre. Yet it almost makes me want to wear a sweater or pair of pants around my head. Edie has some serious style.
I love documentaries. I watched one earlier today called "Herb and Dorothy" about this librarian and her postman husband who have acquired one of the largest minimal/conceptual art collections in the US. Pretty fascinating. Not Edie and Edie fascinating, just regular fascinating.
