Gettin' shit done.
I have an Upper Respiratory Tract Infection, according to my doctor. (As far as Wikipedia can tell me, this is just one up from a nasty cold, but with a scarier name).
The medicine I've been prescribed can't be taken with alcohol, and it turns out that all the productivity I've been lacking lately seems to have been hiding beneath that layer of booze. Now that I can't keep topping it up, that productivity has been unleashed apon an unsuspecting pile of boxes.
This evening I have packed up Raz's second box of goodies, Rhae's birthday present, and the shoes I've just sold on eBay. I know for certain that if rum had been on offer, just one of these tasks would have probably taken weeks to accomplish. XD
The medicine I've been prescribed can't be taken with alcohol, and it turns out that all the productivity I've been lacking lately seems to have been hiding beneath that layer of booze. Now that I can't keep topping it up, that productivity has been unleashed apon an unsuspecting pile of boxes.
This evening I have packed up Raz's second box of goodies, Rhae's birthday present, and the shoes I've just sold on eBay. I know for certain that if rum had been on offer, just one of these tasks would have probably taken weeks to accomplish. XD