I'm home with a bad head cold today. It started yesterday...actually, now that I think of it, days ago, with a headache, stuffy nose...you know the routine.
So, I'm taking advantage of this healing time to read in my new favorite book. It's called Possible Side Effects, by Augusten Burroughs. It's full of true (probably a bit embellished) stories from his life. In case you're wondering he wrote Running with Scissors.
Here are some of my favorite quips from Augusten:
"Sommer blew on her tea and then took a quiet sip. Her face revealed nothing: was it too hot? Just right? Her expression remained something I couldn't measure. I was accustomed to reading faces in order to understand things. I was illiterate with Sommer's mask."
"'I had this dog once,' I said. 'I bought him from a pet store on the Upper East Side. He was old, for a puppy. A year and a half. And all he did was run in circles. I'd trip over him, because he circled my legs. And to get him off me, I had to walk over to the dining table and tranfer him over to one of the legs.'"
"The phrase 'old money' has always made me sad. Reminding me of the bald fact that I come form generations-deep dysfunction and have all the pedigree of an electric chair."
"If I had to have a baboon heart like Baby Faye, what better guy to do it?"