Too sick to fake the funk

I've been sick since Tuesday. Whoa is me. Feel like total crap. Had to keep rescheduling my planned rendezvous with Vanilla. Looks like that's been pushed to the weekend now. Dang it. Not much exciting happening in the love department. It apparently has a cold as well. Emails the last few days with Mr. No Show that have been consistent but void of much attention and ego boosting powers they usually have. A few exchanges with Dr. and Kong. I'm starting to notice a trend in my boys vs. blogging. If I don't mention them everything is fine and tends to get better and better. As soon as I put them in the blog, they fall off. I get annoyed at them or they disappear or whatever. Am I jinxing myself by mentioning them in here? I realize this sounds a bit superstitious but I'm just saying, there seems to be a trend.

I spoke to an old high school friend a few days back. She is pretty much in the same boat as me. Divorced, no kids, no love prospects, etc. And she's perfectly ok with it. It was nice to know that I am not the only person without those things in the world and that yes, it's okay. In the words of Michael Jackson amidst his crazy hayday "You are not alone". That's always a nice thought to keep with you.

Read a quote yesterday by Robert Frost. It says "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on." I love it. So simple, so true. I'm off to pop some vitamin C pills. Fear not, I will return soon.