Inner Funiatry

During the height and depth of a bad cold, I attempted a bit of Inner Funiatry, only to discover that I was too weak to play. I mean, you wouldn't think it would take any effort to conjure up a playful fantasy or two, but there I was, so taken by my sickness that the best I could do to distract myself was watch TV. And even more to my funless chagrin, it wasn't comedies that absorbed me, but violent action dramas of the least redeeming type. My guess (and it's only a guess, because I wasn't strong enough to commune with them) is that Serious was delighted to have something to take seriously other than my misery, and Silly was managing to find fun in the sheer entertainment value of it all.