To be honest, I'd completely forgotten all about Labor Day until Nathan said something about it Thursday night.

Friday night we did --something, I can't remember.

Saturday we did laundry and watched Twin Peaks, then we went to Stardust to see the marvelous comedy stylings of Night of the Nightwolf, a comedy troupe that a friend of mine is in. ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was in motion all day.

I was up at 7 (I've been getting up them because that's when fictition leaves for work, and it just feels better than rolling out of bed at 10), which was fortunate because he called me around 7:45 to inform me he'd forgotten to pack a shirt to change into after the bike ride to work. So I ran a shirt up to Sanford and ( Read more... )

I spent most of Friday continuing to slough mucus and quietly whine to the empty house about how icky I felt ( Read more... )

I can't get sick!

I'm supposed to have lunch with wyckeddiva in Oviedo!

Not have this horrible dry burn in my throat as I hack up globules!

Blearg. Nathan gave it to me, and said it only lasted an afternoon. Here's to a gallon of OJ and vitamins in the next half-hour.

coughcoughcoughcoughsneezecough--barf

Home with a migraine, one of my 'specials.' At least it was that way this morning, now it's tapered off into more manageable territory. Still, I'm stayin' home ( Read more... )

One of my tonsils looks ilke a red lemon today. It's gross. Nathan looked down my throat with a flashlight and suspects tonsilitis.

In that case, I am staying home. My throat is scratchy and sore and I can barely move from tiredness.

Barf.

That is all.

Stupidly, I had the buffalo chicken strip basket that was today's special downstairs, and its sauce-hotness is causing my eyes and nose to water unpleasantly. Also, my face is hot and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open ( Read more... )

Well, I figured out why I was so tired the other day ( Read more... )