Unhealthy Patterns
September 04, 2009
Seems like every second year around my birthday I get deathly ill. In 2005 it was some sort of European germ warfare, in 2007 it was girl cooties, and this year, well, fuck me if I know what the hell happened. But since turning 29 I’ve been spewing mucus from nearly every orifice and I’ve been having a hard time even dragging the dog outside. And when I talk, I wheeze as though I’m about to die.
Birthdays keep getting suckier and suckier. If this patterns keeps up, I’m totally screwed in 2011.
Posted by Tudor at 11:55 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackWell, at least you can’t get pregnant…
Posted by: spindriftdancer on September 05, 2009 at 09:11 AMMaybe men will be able to get pregnant in the year 2011….
Posted by: Megan on September 11, 2009 at 04:55 AMCrossing fingers …
Posted by: Tudor on September 13, 2009 at 09:07 AMI was going to message you today and ask when your birthday is so I could send you a present. Jerk.
I always get sick for my birthday, too.
Ha! Well, there’s always next year :). Thanks Sarah. I don’t know what it is about virulence and birthdays — maybe it’s just a prompt reminder that we’re all dying, one day at a time.
Posted by: Tudor on October 03, 2009 at 10:34 AM