A Thing Called Joe

I’m lying in bed at 3:30 on a Saturday afternoon, with what is either the worst case of Seasonal Allergies in history, or your run-of-the-mill cold. Either way, it irritates me to no end seeing as how I just had a cold in March. March 13 to be exact. I know this because I browsed through  my old blog posts looking for the exact date.  So here I am once again, staring at the ceiling, bored out of my mind, with yet ANOTHER sinus related snafu. I’m beginning to sympathize with the character of “Fosca” from Passion. “All rest and no play make Joey a crazy fuck.”

Tags: Allergies, colds