Service Level Agreement

This update to Poison Spur is going to be lame.  it is completely going to suck.  In fact, if you’ve managed to read this far, you’re probably regretting it already.

I apologize.  I know you’ve come to expect better.  You usually have one hand wrapped around the neck of a gin bottle and another stuffed down your pants when you read my blog.  That’s how much you like it.

And it should have been no different this time.  I had source material.  Oh boy, did I ever.  I went to Stockton on Saturday with Paula.  Stockton, CA, God’s country, or at least where God squatted down after subsisting for a week on a diet of pork rinds and Schlitz.

Sunday, we met up with friends of hers and wandered SF’s Chinatown at a street fair for Chinese New Year.  Frank Chu was there.  So was half the planet, it seemed.  I should have been able to come up with something clever from that experience as well.

Then a flu bug hit me.  At least I thought it was the flu.  My only symptoms were feeling feverish and fatigued.  This was not normal.  I just wanted to go home, lie down, and feel sorry for myself.  This is plenty normal though yesterday, it was in excess of what I’m used to.

So I went home.  My head hurt too much to read so I watched TV.  Larry the Cable Guy was doing stand-up on Comedy Central.  He still wasn’t funny.  Perhaps I was not so far gone after all.

I ended up sleeping a lot, ten hours at least.  That definitely helped.  I feel much better today.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have much chance to write.

But write I must.  I made a promise to myself that I was going to be less of a loser from here on out.  I committed myself to writing more and posting to Poison Spur every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  No excuses, not even when I feel off.

So there you have it.  I’m keeping up my end of the bargain, for good or ill.

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