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Bloggin Is Easy, Writing Is Hard (and so is discipline) [Aug. 17th, 2007|07:36 pm]
Young Geoffrey
I know, I know - no "morning pages" today.

I've come down with something that I will call a "flu" - whatever it is, it saw me gradually feeling run-down yesterday, that led me to bed around 5:00 o'clock. With a couple of risings to pee and check email during the next 17 hours, I essentially slept until noon today.

I'd like to blame it on my doctor, but I can't. No disease I know off has such a short incubation period.

Anyway. I woke up around noon and forced myself onto my bicycle in order to purchase cat food and a couple of sundries from the (relatively) local Price-Chopper. During that trip, my card was eaten by a bank-machine, I cursed at several sloppy drivers and then came home.

And forced myself to stay up and type up a second draft of the Ignatieff essay. It now stands at over 3,500 words and I have to say I am pretty proud of myself for spending 5 hours at the keyboard working. Especially when sick.

What I would really like would be to have someone call me and suggest a beer - or I would like it (not that I am expecting you, or you, or, especially, you! to follow through on your (no doubt) long-forgotten promises and actually do so; I am slowly learning that the vows of livejournal friends are usually worth are significantly less than the pixels used to display them) were it not for the fact that I expect I will be back in bed within the next 45 minutes.

* * *

Apropos of nothing in particular, I was out yesterday afternoon, in search of a bottle of NyQuil (which I ended up having to use my bicycle to get), when I ran into an old acquaintance, whose arm was in a sling.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked.

"Got hit by a car," he said, and explained that he had been bombing down The Queensway when he felt a car bump his rear tire.

"Jesus!" I said - as what else can one say?

He went on to explain that he was "bumped" several times before he lost control and had his crash. "My helmet - and I only bought it about three weeks ago - was totaled."

The cops, apparently, claim the accident wasn't a hit-and-run but that he crashed all on his lonesome.

And I found myself, despite his protestations, wondering if that wasn't the case.

Now, I have never been in the situation where I was cycling at 35 kilometres an hour and been bumped by an on-coming car. But, were it to happen, I find it hard to believe I would be able to maintain my balance long enough for said on-coming car to bump me several more times before I crashed.

The acquaintance tends to go on, so I interrupted him, explaining for the second time that I was sick and on the hunt for NyQuil.

* * *

Meanwhile, I've replied to a couple of remarkable ads on craigslist but have not received any replies. Nevertheless, it's good to know there are - in absolute terms - quite a lot of women out there who have a way with words. Gives Young Geoffrey hope, it does.

* * *

All right. Time for another dose of NyQuil and another 16 hours of sleep.

[User Picture]From: amaaanda
2007-08-18 02:03 am (UTC)
Am I one of those pixels who has made a promise and not fulfilled it? Forgive me, young Geoff, if that is the case.

Oh craigslist. I made an ad, once, and received about 80 replies that included pictures of a penis, and the other ads were just lonely men who hadn't bothered to actually READ the ad, and just wanted a female to acknowledge them.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2007-08-18 02:13 am (UTC)

Guilt and Craigslist

No, you most definitely are not.

As for craigslist, I've posted ads (I think) three times now and (excluding three or four pieces of actual spam) have received precisely one reply, as compared with your 80. Yet another reason that I am a feminist.
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[User Picture]From: amaaanda
2007-08-18 02:18 am (UTC)

Re: Guilt and Craigslist

There are definitely more males on that site than females, that's for sure. It's hard to trust the anonymity that is the internet, and to be fair, the boys who I've met on the internet (not counting livejournal, of course) all have severe issues - one wouldn't let me say his name (he said it freaked him out), the other got upset that I wouldn't ditch my friends for him (for a first date, that he e-mailed me mere hours before) and another just wanted to cyber, and didn't want to meet in real life.

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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2007-08-25 12:12 am (UTC)

Re: Guilt and Craigslist

There are definitely more males on that site than females, that's for sure.

As seems to be the case on every dating site I've visited (save those inhabited by cam-whores, cyber-whores and the men who believe they are real).

Still, in my case, those women I have met online have been mostly at least as honest as they would have been had I staggered over to say hello in a bar. With only a couple of exceptions, those I have met in life as well as on line, have been as sane as any random sample. (But granted: I tend to forget about those I only met online and quickly stopped talking to.)
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[User Picture]From: movementpattern
2007-08-18 03:46 pm (UTC)
Foodborne illness?

Get well soon.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2007-08-25 12:14 am (UTC)

Psychosomatic, More Likely

Thanks for the kind words. In retrospect, I think I just needed some down time. No sniffles, no coughs ... just wanted to sleep.

For whatever reason.
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[User Picture]From: sabotabby
2007-08-19 12:52 am (UTC)
When you're not sick (and I'm in town; I'm back on Tuesday), we will definitely have to do beer. Drop me a line.
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[User Picture]From: ed_rex
2007-08-25 12:15 am (UTC)

Christ. It's Already Friday.


I want to hear about Ottawa; I want to sucker you into writing fanfic for money; I want to feed you (you're a vegetarian, right?); I want to quaff ale until one or the other of us can quaff no more.

Next time I see you on MSN I'll knock and demand that you set a time.
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