tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7629159.post114427556239090420..comments2024-01-03T16:43:28.343-05:00Comments on BillyBlog: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Part 8, Spring EditionTattoosdayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07919816455252541604noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7629159.post-1144283034517373302006-04-05T20:23:00.000-04:002006-04-05T20:23:00.000-04:00I wasn't feeling so great this morning. My throat...I wasn't feeling so great this morning. My throat felt like it was closing up and so I called in sick. I always get nervous about sleeping when my throat is closing because I wonder if it could close off to air as well. neurosis skips a generation. Anyway, when I woke up a couple hours later (11am, or so), I saw the snow and thought that I somehow slept for eight months (I knew I was tired, but....) or I was hallucinating and really really sick.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com