It’s been 15 days since I’ve been outside and I’ve been ill for 13 of them. In that times I think I’ve regressed, reading Stephen King and listening to music in bed, and deciding that I might just like It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia. By osmosis. Sarge is sick now, too, see. We are sharing the TV. And the cough syrup. It’s my fault that he’s sick. Because when I’m sick, I get extra mushy. I want to hug the…
I didn’t make it to my personal training session on Wednesday. I’d spent the night before with a throwing up bug, which won over my throwing up phobia at least six times. At about 4 in the morning, I thought it’d be a stellar idea to sleep in the bathroom. Instead, I went back to bed and spooned with Freddy The Fuck It Bucket. Named after what I yelled out right before I spewed into it. It gave me some…
I’ve never been a good stuffed up person. I’ve never liked taking naps, ask my parents. The last time I slept during the during the day, I’d had all my wisdom teeth out the day before. Last week, my body was gearing up for my annual cold, and this week it has lashed out. While I had a towel over my head just above hot water this afternoon, I put together a list of things to do when you don’t…
