Whatup Phil,

Sorry I’ve been so quiet, what with the holiday planning, the new baby, and the insatiable hunger for my body that disease seems to have.  I haven’t felt well since October 17, which by my count is at least several days ago.  I tried going to the doctor (about 5 weeks later than I should have) who, unfortunately, turned out to be a bit of a jerk.  He pretty much rolled his eyes and made that “world’s tiniest violin playing” motion with his fingers.  He did give me some antibiotics and some junk to spray up my nose, and I left him with a few pints of blood which, as of yet, he doesn’t appear to have done anything with.  Will I start feeling better in a few days, or will I slowly fade into nothingness?  At the very least I feel like they owe me a freebie if I have to go in for a follow-up.

I’m sorry to be so whiny when there’s war, fires, earthquakes, writer’s strikes, and other important stuff going on, but I’m so completely out of energy that I feel like I’ll be crawling across the finish line (if I ever even make it there).  It’d be nice to, you know, go out and have some fun at least once this month.


Hope you’re doing better than I am!

Hopelessly Yours,