Friday, July 25, 2003
(7:53 PM) | Adam Kotsko:
I am sick
This week I was all set up to write a teary-eyed confessional that would make the ladies so sad they would literally throw up, but I am sick and can't really concentrate on anything. During the brief periods when I was up and about today, I had to ask Kari to explain to me what was happening on "Jerry Springer." I had to do a little driving today and almost got in an accident because I just couldn't concentrate. I accidentally killed one of Kari's Guinea pigs when I mistook it for my cereal and put it down the garbage disposal. Overall, it hasn't been good. Richard revealed that it's probably his disease that I caught, which makes me somewhat glad -- I thought it was just allergies at first, and if that were the case, I could see no end to my ordeal, since my many allergy medications were doing no good. I should have suspected something was up when my two-day-long "allergy attack" did not include any sneezing.
But here's the main point: when I feel sick, I also begin to feel very guilty. I ask God what I did. I subconsciously repeat the act of contrition. When I feel slightly achy and have difficulty focussing and just want to be in bed and have a runny nose, I equte myself with Job. For that, I officially award myself the Worthless Bastard Award for today.
