a haiku explaining my absence
My world is coated
By a fine shellac of phlegm
Getting better now
[Cough.]
this be where jason sweeney comes to waste your time and his.
yeah. i've discovered twitter. alas.
- Time to move from horizontal to vertical, cough, blow nose, and then make tacos. 2 days ago
- Lovely Wife and I are both sick. Thus, curtains are drawn, couch is occupied, and entire "Lord of the Rings" trilogy is playing. 3 days ago
- Note to self: Stop picking the scabs. It ain't helping. Ok? Good. You may now return to humming circus music. 6 days ago
- More updates...
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March 22nd, 2007 at 9:13 am
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. It makes a good hankie.
March 22nd, 2007 at 9:14 am
Oh, right - here’s a cookie. Infused with the Goodness of Chicken Soup. But not the flavour… unless you like that kind of thing.
March 22nd, 2007 at 9:42 am
Urghhhhhhhhhh
Hope you feel better soon
March 22nd, 2007 at 10:19 am
Yuck. I’m just getting over my cold. Feel better.
(That’s an order!)
March 22nd, 2007 at 1:18 pm
I knew there had to be a reason. You seemed in fine shape on Saturday, so I can only assume you picked it up at church on Sunday morning.
March 22nd, 2007 at 4:33 pm
Erhm. Sending cookies.
March 23rd, 2007 at 3:28 pm
Bide your time there Sween
Soon, we will all return to
The age of heroes
March 23rd, 2007 at 10:17 pm
GAG
i mean, feel better soon!
March 23rd, 2007 at 11:53 pm
As if there were any better way of stating you have been dealing with a cold. You rock! Glad to hear the mending process has begun.
March 26th, 2007 at 6:42 pm
Hmmm. This post appeared 4 days ago. Since then… nothing. Must be time for another haiku.
Or maybe a sonnet?
March 27th, 2007 at 9:51 am
Is he dead? Maybe that calls for a dirge….. Poor Sween is dead..he wouldn’t get outta bed..he hacked and he wheezed and goobered and sneezed, and all his readers, they fled.
Seriously Sween, you okay????
March 28th, 2007 at 10:41 am
Really, Sween, you’re scaring us now…
April 17th, 2007 at 2:35 pm
Sis: You also know what makes good hankies? HANKIES! (Weirdo.)
birchsprite: Thank you. I do.
Suldog: Yes, SIR! How much better, SIR?!
mike: Hrm. Yes. “Church”. The Church of Sleeping in and Leisurely Eating Blueberry Pancakes.
Karen: They were delicious.
Mabel: The Age of Heroes and — hopefully — far fewer inappropriate pimples.
Kris: No, “GAG!” is an appropriate response. I’m never one to stifle one’s “GAG!” reflex.
Momish: I considered rhyming couplets, but they just made me dizzy.
Jason’s Dad: Yes, well I was so caught up reading YOUR blog.
Oh wait…
Alison: I’m just perplexed at the use of the word “goobered”. I just don’t think I’ve ever seen it in verb form before…
Suldog: Maybe that’s my new calling. Instead of hoping to amuse people, I could aim for TERRIFYING THEM… mwuhahahahaha… ha… hm. Maybe not. Sorry for the scare.