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bookofjoe's LiveJournal:
| Monday, January 9th, 2006 | |
| 10:33 pm | |
| Tuesday, August 10th, 2004 | |
| 5:56 pm | Please visit me at my current home in virtual space... Click here: www.bookofjoe.com and voila, you're there. Hope to see you sooner than soon. And by the way, what's taken you so long, anyhow? As ever, Your Joey |
| Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004 | |
| 10:00 am | bookofjoe has moved to TypePad Please, please come see me here. |
| Sunday, January 25th, 2004 | |
| 1:18 pm | |
| Saturday, January 24th, 2004 | |
| 1:14 pm | |
| Friday, January 23rd, 2004 | |
| 3:20 pm | Come on over to where the living's free and easy... Right here. You do know I've moved, don't you? |
| Thursday, January 22nd, 2004 | |
| 10:49 am | bookofjoe's moved But not far: just around the virtual corner, in fact, right here. |
| Tuesday, January 20th, 2004 | |
| 3:51 pm | We're outa here, 'cause we've gone here for a good time. You're invited too. |
| Monday, January 19th, 2004 | |
| 12:17 am | |
| Sunday, January 18th, 2004 | |
| 10:58 am | |
| Saturday, January 17th, 2004 | |
| 3:36 pm | Oh, I've moved, haven't you heard? Yeah, I thought it was time for a change, so I went here. |
| Wednesday, January 14th, 2004 | |
| 12:09 am | Oops: it's Wednesday already, whatever shall I do? Go ask Alice, you fool: she's over at the other place. |
| Sunday, January 11th, 2004 | |
| 12:50 pm | |
| Saturday, January 10th, 2004 | |
| 1:59 pm | Par-tay at typepad Come on over, you're invited. Help me move in. |
| Friday, January 9th, 2004 | |
| 12:48 pm | Day 4 at bookofjoe's new home brings a fancy new look... You know you wanna see it... go ahead, take a peek. |
| Thursday, January 8th, 2004 | |
| 11:59 am | Come on over to my new home... Here at typepad. bookofjoe lives there now. It looks as permanent as anything web-related can be. bookofjoe.com still takes you here, to livejournal: my tech support team is working feverishly on this. |
| Wednesday, January 7th, 2004 | |
| 1:14 pm | Today is day 2 at bookofjoe.typepad.com Come on over, bookmark the new address: it looks like I'll be staying a while. |
| Tuesday, January 6th, 2004 | |
| 12:37 pm | I have moved: bookofjoe's new address: bookofjoe.typepad.com Click here, and see what life is life in the Trump Tower penthouse blog-equivalent: my view is spectacular! You'll be able to get there via bookofjoe.com as soon as my crack tech team makes the necessary adjustment: hey, a shout-out to PW... |
| Monday, January 5th, 2004 | |
| 11:15 pm | "Love is possible, but betrayal is inevitable." Ivan Klima. Is there one amongst you who has never been betrayed in love? |
| 5:15 pm | So sick, I thought the world was coming to an end That would be last night, starting around 8 pm. I was just sitting here, posting and all, taking a break from football before returning for the big one, LSU-Oklahoma. Very gradually, but inexorably, I started feeling queasy. Was it something I ate? 'Cause it sure wasn't anyone I ate. Last thing I'd had was reheated pizza at about 5 pm, during the first half of Indianapolis-Denver (don't you just love Boomer Esiason's comment after the first half ended 31-3: "It's not over yet."?) Of course, there was that pound of raw chestnuts I ate just before I started in on the pizza: no question there was some fungus on some of 'em, but I thought I got it off. That shouldn't wipe a person out, though. Should it? Anyhow, I realized I was gonna be sick, so I made for the toilet, only to retch and have the dry heaves. So if there was nothing in my stomach, why was I feeling so sick? It got worse: I started sweating, getting chills: was I septic? No, my heart rate was nice and slow, around 60: sepsis = tachycardia. I was so weak, I couldn't move: I lay on the floor, feeling like when you're seasick. I tried acupressure, the web between the thumb and first finger, both hands: who knows what that did. Back and forth between bed and the bathroom floor, until 2 am, when I fell asleep. I woke up this morning fine, as if nothing had ever happened, although my belly muscles ached from all the contracting. So what was that all about? I don't know, I'm just an anesthesiologist, find a real doctor. And I'm skipping today's run, 'cause I feel a little weak, still: haven't eaten much so far today, 'cause I don't want any chance of that happening again. |
