In the background the TV runs, constantly streaming forth auditory puke, worse than a Friday night session and an involuntary spasm after 15 pints of beer, but it was the last beer with the funny taste wot did it. Spurt. Just like a scene from The Exorist, the TV spews forth yet more fowl smelling bile. No wonder I hate being sick.
What is it with never ending repeats of Madonna in her starring debut role in Desperately Seeking Susan. It seems only 2 or 3 days ago it was on the box and again it rears its self like a decayed crap rising to the surface of the world's ocean. Even the ocean can not put up with it and tries desperately to throw it forth hoping some alien craft will whisk this unwanted phenomenon into the deepest hottest part of the Sun. Oh I hate being sick!!!
There should be some reward for persons who come threw bouts of sickness, not a medal, becuase it would be too corny, perhaps a hot chocolate pudding with whipped creme freche, and maybe a touch of sour apricot sauce to offset it. What are the pleasures of life? Sex, food, and what others? Getting well would seem to be one.
Just done 4 days back at the Factory, after a week off. Now what a dangerous combination it can be. When time off from work makes you realise how much you enjoy the time off and why you don't like the work. Even if for some reason you have convinced yourself you really do enjoy your work, take a holiday and then the pleasure of late morning rising, slowly eaten food, and chilling really do have. Lets not forget the happiness of being in the company of family and friends just long enough to know you love them but not to know you love them enough you want to stick your hands round their throats or give them a one way ticket to Bombay's outer reaches. As for depressive relatives, stick them on a boat, take the rudder off and wave with a happy tear in your eye. They can jump off and swim back when they've learnt to cheer up. Otherwise asta lav vista for longer than you'd expect.
No the factory isn't everything, neither is the Flu, I'd just wish Susan would Fuck Off, there's only so much Maddona anyone can take.
