snot, snot and more snot
So, a week later, I return.
Only to realize that, oh my god, I don't remember how to do this anymore...
Um... stuff... that happened. And... things?
Okay, why wasn't I around? Off sick work for half a week -- all my sick days are gone now (curse you, crappy immune system!) and I was too busy wallowing in self pity and snot. (Mmmm, snot.)
So I laid in bed a lot and read my nerdy roleplaying book, and played my nerdy roleplaying games, and blew my nose a lot. I always think, when I've had a tough time at work, that it'd be nice to get sick, cos I'd get a fair break. And then I get sick and remember that, waaait, it's not relaxing. It's all sweaty and gross, and filled with snot (are we sensing a recurring theme here?)
The boyfriend did look after me though, which gave him an opportunity for many, many brownie points, so it wasn't all bad. He made me lots and lots of tea, and snuggled me, and let me lay on the couch and moan a lot. And be snotty.
So, you know, not a lot to talk about. Beyond the snot.
I'll try to leave the snot out of the next entry. :3
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