January 10, 2020
First let me offer my deepest sympathy to all those who lost
loved ones in what appears to be the accidental downing of a recent commercial flight
from Iran to Ukraine.
I swear I've never conflated these two things in my life,
and I can't imagine why this would be happening at this particular moment, but
every time - and it's pretty constant - they talk about the downed plane over
Iran, the first thing my brain hears is, "Also 63 comedians were among the
dead." I feel terrible. Fortunately, I can't laugh about it really,
because I also feel terrible about having pneumonia. But, at least I'm not a dead comedian...I
mean Canadian.
Yes, it looks like I’ve got the fuckin’ pneumonia* and the
Chrumpy whumpy flu. We’ve been together
now for about a week, but I really don’t think this is going to work out. These sadistic little micro-organisms – cowards
that they are – just keep hopping around from place to place and a few of them
decided one of my lungs would be a cozy place to settle in.
Lab results were very
disturbing, to say the least.
By the way, is Chrump out of the White House yet, or should
I just let this pneumonia thing have its way with me?
I. Mangrey waiting to be recuperating.
*This is for real.
*This is for real.
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