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.