As I lay there in the pitchdark bedroom with my shingles sending all those painful signals to my brain - I couldn't even toss and turn which made things worse, although I did try levitating but failed - remembering that it is always darkest before the dawn didn't calm me much either, and so I got up to take another paracetamol and write this last postcard to all my friend.
In parenthesis (or should that be 'parentheses'?): I won't tell you a lie if I say that 'lie' is my least favourite irregular verb (I wanted to write 'irregular English verb' but wasn't sure if it shouldn't be 'English irregular verb'; damn all that prescriptive OSASCOMP stuff); I mean, even 'go' has the straightforward past tense of 'went' but 'lie'? lied? laid? layed???
I took my paracetamol, wrote one last postcard to all my friends (which didn't take very long as there weren't many - friends, that is), and now I can't go back to sleep and might as well make a cup of tea and a start on Yuval Noah Harari's latest tome, the 500-plus-page book "Nexus - A Brief History of Information Networks from the Stone Age to AI".
If you don't want to invest the thirty-five dollars in the book nor the roughly same amount of hours in reading it, here's the video clip:
As for that last postcard to all my friends, if you don't get yours in the next few days, it means you're not one of them! (them, not 'them')
