There has been a bad outbreak of Incessantwhineyitis at my house. It might also be Bronchiobadattituza. But I am not sure which. I have been working on a treatment plan for this outbreak but to no avail. Alas, alack, I am at a loss.
I fear I might actually have the ever dreaded (dah, dat, dah...)
I feel like I have been run over by the lawn tractor. (IE: not as bad as if I had been hit by a Mac Truck you see, but bad non the less) I don't feel bad enough that I have lost my ability to compose sentences out of catchy cliche's, obviously. O' yes. I am that good. My extreme case of Crackedintheheaditis does not affect my ability to write.
I feel crummy either way you slice it, the proverbial it of course. What is IT exactly? Anybody have a clue?
(Read: This is just plain comment begging. Asking you questions, that is. There is no reason for any of this blather. Leave me a comment anyway will ya? Just one. It (it being the comment, you know the fabulously long and ever thought provoking one that you are going to leave for me to peruse) won't hurt ya any, I promise)
Seriously though, I put a dose of
I am soooo not below groveling at the feet of the masses. Well....maybe I take that back. Who knows where your feet have been. I already have some sorta Germitusmagnus I don't need any more.
Maybe I should resort to camera begging, like Farm Suite does. That might raise my spirits. The idea that somehow, someway, I might, just might, maybe be the lucky recipient of a free camera from heaven. Maybe? Hmmm......What to do, what to do.
Well folks, there you have it. My prognosis is grim. Death will surely overcome me. My lack of Commentireadusitis has brought me to the depths of despair. Doesn't anyone have a cure?