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Saturday night when I finally crawled back into my hotel room I was struck with some deep thoughts. Mostly sprung from the fun to be had at Dom's small lunch turned slightly larger than originally planned party. Kids are really, really cute. Makes me want to have one. Of course I'd need a wife and a house and a mostly steady income. And I had this whole thoughtful post thought up and a plan of action of how I would get such things...
Then I woke up Sunday morning.
My throat was on fire. I couldn't feel my face. Just getting up to take a piss made me feel like I needed to lie down for another 10 hours of sleep. I managed to somehow communicate to my travel agent to move my plane tickets (again). After a package and a half of NyQuil, some chicken soup, and way too much afternoon talk shows later, I do feel a bit better. Though not enough to muster enough energy to be sociable.
I'm going to try to go back to Wellington this weekend, enless something else comes up.
There was going to be a shout out at the end of this post... but I forgot who it was going to... hmm.. I'd just like to send a shout out to my girl Miranda! :*
*gives a mini shout out to John too*
Then I woke up Sunday morning.
My throat was on fire. I couldn't feel my face. Just getting up to take a piss made me feel like I needed to lie down for another 10 hours of sleep. I managed to somehow communicate to my travel agent to move my plane tickets (again). After a package and a half of NyQuil, some chicken soup, and way too much afternoon talk shows later, I do feel a bit better. Though not enough to muster enough energy to be sociable.
I'm going to try to go back to Wellington this weekend, enless something else comes up.
There was going to be a shout out at the end of this post... but I forgot who it was going to... hmm.. I'd just like to send a shout out to my girl Miranda! :*
*gives a mini shout out to John too*