fever, flu, and blues

Had the flu or an awkward cold for a few days; just now beginning to think I may live. Carolyn was was sick before me and still hasn’t fully recovered.

I watched the flick, Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden and found it to be somewhat enjoyable but not very Hemingway-ish. The book was published long after Ernest Hemingway’s death and from what I can tell, it was extremely edited by the book publisher. The movie is probably better than a  highly-revised Hemingway novel.

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When I pee beneath the stars
Is someone watching from afar
Peering at my weenie on this earth
And and giggling with celestial mirth

A man has to be really sick to write something like that.