Wednesday, February 14, 2007
a fungus among us
How do you apologize when you know for a fact that you are the one who spread the germs?
For the past 5 days I have displayed every disgusting, nauseating symptom of what started as a simple smoker cough and developed into the toilet worshiping head throbbing torture of a person who might wish for death over one minute more.
I have been out of circulation so I am not sure where I contracted the new virus that is attacking the city along with black mold and tornados, but if I could find the person who gave it to me; I would certainly shake their hand and say “back at ya”.
I stayed away from my accounting j0b – though they probably thought it was all psychosomatic; so that I did not infect anyone. I was not as kind at my gallery where I managed through airborne germ warfare to give it to one of my artists.
I feel a bit better now, but do feel the guilt of passing on one of the most colorful viruses that I have had the displeasure of contracting in the past 10 years.
Michael Jackson may seem odd, but I bet he significantly reduces his risks of being contaminated or contaminating through said oddness.
To my artist, I am very sorry and if you need anything please ask. To my co- workers, I am psychotic at times, but I never miss work unless it is necessary and I of course only have YOUR well being in mind when I do.
If I am not in after Mardi Gras Day Celebrations, please assume it is because I have caught not only beads, but another deadly germ and feel the altruistic need to spare you.