I'd like to come back as a zombie
So.very.bored.
Been in bed since Sunday night, feeling like crap. Had a good weekend but come Sunday afternoon my nose was a little bunged up, come the evening I was coughing, and the rest is history... Illness sucks balls.
Anyway, the weekend. Mate, Chad, had a weekend pass as his wife was away, so The Syndicate all went round and we had a marathon poker match. That finished at about 2 in the morning, the others left and me and Chad stuck on the first Harry Potter.
A couple of hours sleep and then we were up early to watch the next Harry Potter, and then the next one, and the next one... You get the idea.
We managed to get all of the first five watched (and they're long movies!) just in time to get to the IMAX showing of the newest one. All six in one day. We rule.
Sunday: went toy shopping at Toys R Us and then Hamleys. Played with all the toys. Yeah, we're 7. Then on to Cafe Pacifico, still officially the best Mexican restaurant in London. Then on to the cinema to see "Moon". Wicked awesome. Worth watching again too. Loved it. Souvenir shopping after, seemed the right way to end our tourist day in our hometown.
But since then I haven't left my bed except to grab a bowl of cereal or to purge said cereal. Been knocked down with some sort of devil curse. Coughing, headache, muscle ache, blocked/running nose, speaking in tongues, involuntary levitation, sporadic hair growth and the leaping leprechauns. Being sick in bed is boring. I've done pretty much nothing except sleep and watch stupid tv. TV is stupid.
It's nearly midday, so about time for my first nap of the day. Ready for a busy afternoon of being ill. Eugh...
Been in bed since Sunday night, feeling like crap. Had a good weekend but come Sunday afternoon my nose was a little bunged up, come the evening I was coughing, and the rest is history... Illness sucks balls.
Anyway, the weekend. Mate, Chad, had a weekend pass as his wife was away, so The Syndicate all went round and we had a marathon poker match. That finished at about 2 in the morning, the others left and me and Chad stuck on the first Harry Potter.
A couple of hours sleep and then we were up early to watch the next Harry Potter, and then the next one, and the next one... You get the idea.
We managed to get all of the first five watched (and they're long movies!) just in time to get to the IMAX showing of the newest one. All six in one day. We rule.
Sunday: went toy shopping at Toys R Us and then Hamleys. Played with all the toys. Yeah, we're 7. Then on to Cafe Pacifico, still officially the best Mexican restaurant in London. Then on to the cinema to see "Moon". Wicked awesome. Worth watching again too. Loved it. Souvenir shopping after, seemed the right way to end our tourist day in our hometown.
But since then I haven't left my bed except to grab a bowl of cereal or to purge said cereal. Been knocked down with some sort of devil curse. Coughing, headache, muscle ache, blocked/running nose, speaking in tongues, involuntary levitation, sporadic hair growth and the leaping leprechauns. Being sick in bed is boring. I've done pretty much nothing except sleep and watch stupid tv. TV is stupid.
It's nearly midday, so about time for my first nap of the day. Ready for a busy afternoon of being ill. Eugh...