illness, itineraries, and I don't know...
So, lots to do this weekend.
We've got tickets for "Dutchman", a play my friend Dora is doing on a train at the viarail museum, there's Nuit Blanche on Saturday night, and Sunday we have tickets for Book of Mormon. I am crazy excited for all of these things. Now, the husband is sick. Quite sick. Called in sick to work two days in a row sick. Unfortunately, he is also treating his body like garbage. Eating awful junk food, smoking cigarettes and pot like they're going out of style, not getting any fresh air or exercise, just kinda lying around like a lump. If this was a once-a-year phenomenon, I would feel sorry for him, but he gets this kind of sick about once a month. It never lasts less than 3-5 days, and it always ends with me having to cancel plans we've made, or try to find replacement dates at the last minute. Why can't men just take care of their bodies? I would find it so attractive if he would just make a salad, or go for a jog, or literally anything other than living on his gameboy and/or Netflix. But it won't happen.
Anyway, breakfast today was leftover oatmeal bake and a g-friendly smoothie. I drank half a cup of coffee and an OJ at work. All acid, all the time. Came home to a roast beef sandwich that was pretty damned good. Leftover pot roast for the win. And now I get to read a book and cuddle with this fuck:
