Thursday, September 3, 2009

Still Sick

I'm still feeling like absolute crap.

The flu or whatever it was morphed into the worst head cold ever. I feel like I'm drowning in mucus and I can't stop sneezing and coughing. It's not pretty. My house guests have fled south to Homer for a couple of days to avoid it.

I need a laugh. Surfing around, I found this. Sinatra's story about Rickles in the restaurant damned near killed me - literally, my laughter turned into a coughing fit that nearly ruptured a lung. Rickles was a comic genius.


  1. I loved him when he did Dean Martin's old roasts.

  2. Comic gold...


    oh, and thanks...now I'm getting a scratchy throat!


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