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.