I'm Sick
Which, for the most part, sucks. I'm achy, stuffed up and have a cough, but I'm also just well enough to drag my ass to work in the morning to suffer through eight hours of forced consciousness. Hopefully I'll be better by tomorrow. I've been saying that for about five days now. So, hopefully I'm due.
This last weekend, Des, Emily and I got drunk and yelled at the Hannah Montana Movie until Owen got sick and had dog diarrhea all over the carpet. I've been trying to come up with a way to turn that into a story for about two days now, but I'm kind of settling into, "Well, I guess you had to be there" mode, which is a shame because that was a truly hilariously bad movie, made all the worse (better) by the institution of a drinking game wherein a drink was taken every time something ridiculous or contrived occurred. It, in retrospect, a recipe for alcohol poisoning on par with the drink-every-time-they-act-Canadian Degrassi drinking game. As it turns out, too much alcohol and a burgeoning cold do not for a fun next day make.
This last weekend, Des, Emily and I got drunk and yelled at the Hannah Montana Movie until Owen got sick and had dog diarrhea all over the carpet. I've been trying to come up with a way to turn that into a story for about two days now, but I'm kind of settling into, "Well, I guess you had to be there" mode, which is a shame because that was a truly hilariously bad movie, made all the worse (better) by the institution of a drinking game wherein a drink was taken every time something ridiculous or contrived occurred. It, in retrospect, a recipe for alcohol poisoning on par with the drink-every-time-they-act-Canadian Degrassi drinking game. As it turns out, too much alcohol and a burgeoning cold do not for a fun next day make.