I am so frigging sick (spell check didn’t flag “frigging”. Thank, God! I don’t think I could have handled that). I wanted to spend the day writing something with incite and was deep. Something that would make the seas rise, the earth shake and the birds sing.

But I caught a cold.

I was going to post the first chapter of the novel I was thinking about. A novel the would make me wealthy and respected. A novel that the producers in Hollywood would want to make a movie out of but they knew that my brilliance would be the only thing that would be able to convert my dancing words into the visuals of the “Big Screen”. A novel that would be read by high school students 150 years from now. A novel that the ACLU would say is not appropriate to mild the young minds of the time.

But, not today, my nose is running and I am afraid I’ll leak all over my keyboard.

I was going to post the great political insight that the great minds of the past were dense to think of (is “of” a preposition? Did I just end my sentence with a preposition? Whatever, I am sick). Something That would seed a young mind with an idea. And that idea would become a thought. That thought would become a movement. And that movement would become a revolution.

But, not today, I have a sinus headache. No revolution today.

I was going to post my great adventure of last week. My struggle for survival. How I ate worms and muskrat as not to starve. How I started fire with urine and a water bottle. How I defeated negative thoughts, freezing cold and snow, starvation and dehydration and no HBO to reach the pinnacle of human achievement.

But, not today, this cough and sore throat has made me bitchy.

Oh, the things I could have done today with my words. The changes I could have made to the country and civilization. The ideas that could have been planted in the minds of the young, our future leaders.

But, not today. I have to go blow my nose.

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