yep, still sick. didn't go in to work since waking at 2:30pm not conducive to success/achieving anything. damned nyquil. deep down though, i knew it was the wise thing to do. rest and fluids, that's the only way i'll kick this.
so i did a bit of both.
i know i'm painting quite the slacker pic, but i actually did get some work done, thanks to the magic of the interweb and the clarity of sprint's mobile service. we will not miss our deadline tomorrow, no, not b/c of me, we won't!
obligations met, i watched gilmore girls and debated whether or not i like rory with side-swept bangs.
i blew my nose eleventy-million times. my nose is running, even as the illness which causes such a process prevents ME from doing so. yes, i miss the gym.
roomie is sicker than i am, which ensures a daycare-like sitch where we just trade germs back and forth and remain sick for all eternity.
moms thinks this is hilarious: "EVERY SINGLE TIME the season changes you get sick. i know you hate change, but STILL! that's no reason to catch a cold b/c of it."
at least the curse which only afflicts the penisless is over. and my eye is no longer pink! w00t small mercies. ACHOO!
brimful, you will be elated to learn that a certain newlywed spent 45" lobbying me to move home, earlier today. she even half-offered/ half-threatened to fly out here and abduct me over the weekend, to get the party started quickly. ;) i immediately changed the subject to maisnon's recent move and how i knew that newlywed-LS would adoooore her, as if such a gambit would work with the steely bride. unfortunately, unlike me, LS isn't easily distracted by sparkling objects. she was back to lobbying, lickety-shplit. :D