Stil ill
Oct.13, 2006, filed under Miscellany
I have managed some soft-boiled eggs and soft toast soldiers for brekkie and later I shall venture forth for the first time since Tuesday to see if I can find some soup inna tin.
It’s nothing more serious than what would be called “man-flu” in a bloke, but it’s pissing me off. I HATE being ill. It’s stupid and pointless and means you can’t do anything. I’m stuck at home and can’t even get on with the unpacking because my brain’s not working and I can’t lift boxes.
And this is so not a good time to be falling behind on my training.
Did I mention I bought high heels?
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Singularity
~something that is singular as (a) a separate unit, or (b) unusual or distinctive manner or behavior; PECULIARITY;
~the quality or state of being singular;
~a point at which the derivative of a given function of a complex variable does not exist but every neighborhood of which contains points for which the derivative exists;
~a point or region of infinite mass density at which space and time are infinitely distorted by gravitational forces and which is held to be the final state of matter falling into a black hole. Sight
