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Thursday, January 12, 2006

 

Out Of The Mouths Of Maniacs


"The Bhudda has sharp teeth," he says.

"Why?" I ask.

"For eating people. It's true."

Anyone but Abe, talk like that would be ascribed to feverish delusions. In this case, it is feverish delusions. A day later the lymph nodes on the sides of his neck are the size of golf balls. Two kinds of mononucleosis at once, which translates to listlessness, whining, baths at 1 AM to bring down fevers (check those cheeks on the Cat--that's not embarassment) and another week goes by without posting. The Cat is feeling a bit better now, but on doctor's orders he's stuck in first for at least a month while his spleen gets back into fighting trim. No cake in the tub, no balancing on a ball on one foot. He's free to say all the demented shit he wants, though. And he will.

Comments:
Poor Abe! TWO kinds of mono! He doesn't do anything halfway, does he?

Wishing him a speedy, catlike recovery.

-hilary
 
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