A few days off (oh, and Watchmen sucked)

This is not a bold statement, nor is it a unique statement, but I hate being sick.

I’d originally stepped away from blogging for a bit to do some other writing (a few short stories here and there), but the absence became prolonged after I got the worst sore throat I’ve ever had. The usual tickle in the throat morphed into what felt like my throat almost being entirely swollen shut, complete with a high fever and the requisite dreams that come when I’m ill. The dreams were are always completely nonsensical but frightening, even though the parts I remember don’t seem scary at all. This time, I kept dreaming I was trying to develop some type of logo for the NBA’s Portland Trailblazers. Maybe I was Greg Oden.
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