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My first cold symptom this time was feeling perpetually thirsty. Throat: Water! I need water! Stomach: Really? I could take it or leave it. Throat: No, no, we're dying! Help us! Stomach: Such a drama queen. Cold virus: Heh heh heh heh. I love internal conflict. Brain: Speaking of which, I should be writing a novel. And planning for the future. Do you want to know one of my fears for the future? It's that "thirsty" will continue on its silly little semantic drift. Then, when I'm a little old lady, I'll say I'm thirsty and get roundly snickered at because the meaning "horny" will have completely eclipsed the other one. Oh, and then there's global warming.
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