thoughts while sick

1. There should be more appreciation for the art of lying on the couch and moaning. I think it takes real skill. Sailor Boy does not agree, to judge by the snide eyerolls he has been casting my way.

2. Saturday mailmen who shove my netflix deliveries into my teeny tiny mailbox rather than dropping them off at the front desk like the regular weekly mailmen do should realize that they have cracked my delivery and therefore deprived me of any opportunity to watch Joan of Arcadia: Season 1, Disc 3 this weekend. Cue lying on the coach and moaning.

3. If one has plans to spend the whole weekend lying on the coach and moaning, one should not watch Gandhi, as suffering of Indians and Gandhi in deathfasts make one feel mildly guilty about own activities. If Gandhi does not moan (much!) under much more wretched circumstances, why should one with much less strife?

4. I think it must be difficult to date someone with a blog. I’m glad Sailor Boy doesn’t have one. Would be decidedly worse if was merely *going* on a date with blogger, rather than setting up domestic partnership with them. Was reading a blog recently where girl described disaster hook up with a college student, where managed to ridicule his taste in clothes and decor, kissing style, and fact that he was rather sexually inexperienced. I think that way lies datelessness. Think about it: would *you* go out with Carrie from SITC, knowing that shit would be plastered all over the news? Neither would I. I think Natalie Krinsky had a rough social life at school, as well.

5. If Gandhi lived now, would he have a blog? If Gandhi lived now, would he have the same impact?

6. Moan. Moan. Moan.

7. Maybe people share too much on their blogs. 😉