Bad Mood Blogging.

So I'm in a fairly poor mood today. No surprise on that account, however, as I was a dragon of vomit and illness for the last couple of days. Went to the world's most awkward going away party for a friend, and from the 15 people who were there, at least 11 of us got sick. Awesomeness...? Not so much.

But I am not bitter, noooooooooooo, that would be out of line. I am, however, in a foul mood. Not the kind of mood that makes me want to hit children, but the kind of mood that should tell other people to keep a safe 15' radius of clear space around me, should I choose to say something- which would no doubt be negative, cynical, and unnecessarily callus. Did I spell callus right? Do I care. Can I get a hell no? Thank you.

So a dear friend, one of true partners in crime, suggested I blog. So basically you can blame her for me perpetrating my nasty voice of recovering illness to like all 3 of you who read this.
Maybe I'll do a little shout out to the people who read this...

There's the person who read this to try to garner personal information about me because they are probably the nosiest human I have ever come across with an extreme case of poor self-esteem, one which the world may never know again. This person needs to get a life, but if they want to read what I write, hey- knock yourself out. Maybe you can make up a tidbit about my futile state which you can tell to like your one friend.
Then there are my best friends- I love you two. You read this because you feel compelled, either way- I love it.
There are the people who live far away and want to "keep up" with me- but really they just read this to get a slice of sarcasm to their daily dish and remind themselves that where it's at is here, is this fair dome of mine.
There are also the people from facebook who probably think they are slyly stalking me who check out the blog, hello folks whom I rarely talk to- hopefully my nasty note of "I'm not happy today" will make you feel more connected to me, like we just went out and had dinner- minus the food and conversation. By the way, you paid, so thanks.

But seriously, what is the point of this blog? To waste a little time at work? Perhaps. To vent of the illness that nearly brought down yours truly? A little. Or maybe this is just an avenue I cannot live without in some, fucked up little way. It's probably the latter. I read a quote recently, which I am paraphrasing, "a writer is a person for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people." -Thomas Mann. He's right. It's excruiating. In the best kind of way.

Perhaps instead of "The Word of Hil" I should call it "Daily Purge" but fuck it, we've come this far, all 21 postings and I, so we might as well hang onto our catchy little title. Someday you may look back and say, you know what, I'm the nosey bitch reading your blog- and damnit, I knew her when she was just sick and pissed about it.

Give yourself a little pat on the back for that, hot shot. You really made your own day.