Well, dear readers, I am feeling rather dreadful at the moment – the soreness in the throat has given way to the scratchiness in the throat, and heaven knows what that will give way to. Hopefully not the itchiness of the throat because it is very difficult to scratch inside one’s very own throat. I have sucked down quite a few Coldeeze things as well as a ton of Ricolas. I have taken Actifed, and I took NyQuil last night. I am drinking lots of liquids. I have eaten a fershluganah cheese slice. I have had some Raisinettes. I have checked out portions of some new DVDs (about which more tomorrow). I went to bed early, too, so I am attempting to do the right things to rid myself of this horrid thing that is trying to enforce itself on my person. Despite the taking of the NyQuil, I slept a total of two hours because when I have a scratchy throat I cannot sleep. Has anyone noticed that I sound like I’m whining? I admit it freely. I am whining. There you have it. This is what I do when I am under rather than over the weather. Well, the one thing I know is that I’m keeping these notes short today, come hell or high or low water, because I simply cannot think straight when I feel like this, whine, whine, whine (that is three whines).
My goodness, that was a whiny paragraph. I have never heard so much mewling and whining in one paragraph. That paragraph sets a new record for mewling and whining, in my opinion (IMO, in Internet lingo).
I had a lovely conversation with one of the directorial candidates for Nudie Musical tonight. I’ve got to talk to others, but I liked what this person had to say.
Wait, I just wrote a paragraph without any whining, and that is wholly unacceptable on this day of whining. How dare I not whine in every single paragraph? That is just so outré of me, frankly or ever charlesly.
Oh, why don’t we all just click on that infernal Unseemly Button below so I can whine some more in the next section.
Yes, it’s an all new, all-talking, all-singing, all-dancing all-whining paragraph. I am consistent, you must admit that, at least. I have an interesting meeting today, which I must leave work for two hours to attend. Send me lots of good vibes at exactly three o’clock, Pacific Mean Time. We now continue our regularly scheduled whining.
Perhaps I’ll do some more whining whilst I’m dining. To whine while you dine is divine and perhaps even helps one feel fine. At least so said Robert Klein. Will you be mine if I whine? Will you pine if I whine? Will you be my Valentine if I whine, or visit the Rhine while I whine, or play What’s My Line while I whine? What the hell am I talking about?
Well, simply can’t write one more word. I – there, now I’ve gone and done it. I wrote one more word (I) and now the word floodgates are open and more words are pouring out of me, tumbling out of me willy-nilly and also nilly-willy. In any case, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must get in my automobile and go hither and thither and yon. Don’t forget, send your good vibes at exactly three o’clock Pacific Mean Time. Meantime, today is Ask BK Day, so whip out your excellent questions and ask away. If I have time, I shall compose the answers on Friday evening and post them on Saturday. However, I fly to New York early that morning, so they may just have to go up Sunday. We shall see what we shall see. Now, I shall have one more glass of whine and I shall be on my merry way. Ask away, my pretties.