Archive for December 14th, 2004

Well, I’m going to the hospital

As you may or may not know (probably not since the only people who know don’t read this blog) despite my best efforts to not be killed by my former quack doctor, she may have succeeded after all. I think I’m having an allergic reaction to my medication, and one of the quack’s co-practicioners told me to go to the emergency room right away. Talk about getting results! This is especially comforting considering how much pain I was in when I went to our on-campus health services facility, and the doctor there told me there was nothing wrong with me.

So, hopefully tomorrow I’m not dead, but if I am, be sure to let other bloggers know, so as to post-humously drive up my traffic.

P.S. As you can tell, I’m taking this seriously enough to actually go to the emergency room, I’m being picked up in a minute, but not seriously enough to keep me from blogging. I’m sure I’ll be fine.

You mean poetry ISN’T cool?

You know you’re a big dork when you get excited to see the poetry text book you used in undergrad being used as a prop in the movie your watching. You know you’re a huge dork when you excitedly blurt that out to your roommate. And you know you’re a dork’s dork when you tremble with excitement at the thought of posting about your dorktitude, in the hopes that others will reveal their dorktitude, on your blog.

Alternate titles for this post:

Blow it out your iambic pentameter

It takes a Villanelle

Can you help me out of an Enjambment?

If you laugh at any of those titles, or if you know what they refer to, you are officially a dork in my book.

P.S. Thanks to everyone for the support. I hope to be back at full blogging potential soon.




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