Dying
I think my brain is trying to get itself evicted from my body. It's playing really loud bass at ungodly hours of the morning. I've got the plague. Blaaaargh. I hurt. All over.
Also? My phone works again! Doing the whole air tight seal on a bed of rice totally worked. Just in time to call a sub. I would be happier about this if I wasn't dying. This had best be a 24 hour bug - I refuse to be sick on my 30th birthday.
I wish I had a tv that I could hook up to my home network so I could watch Supernatural from the comfort of my couch rather than the not comfort of my office chair. Guess I could use a laptop. But it's not the same.
And I'm totally allowed to whine. I'm sick. So there. (And not entirely conscious, I think)
Also? My phone works again! Doing the whole air tight seal on a bed of rice totally worked. Just in time to call a sub. I would be happier about this if I wasn't dying. This had best be a 24 hour bug - I refuse to be sick on my 30th birthday.
I wish I had a tv that I could hook up to my home network so I could watch Supernatural from the comfort of my couch rather than the not comfort of my office chair. Guess I could use a laptop. But it's not the same.
And I'm totally allowed to whine. I'm sick. So there. (And not entirely conscious, I think)