sick?
i appear to have entirely missed Wednesday. It's thursday now, right?
Tuesday i went wandering around the area, talked to some old guy laying on the sidewalk who looked at me strangely when i offered to help him get up. And then a black lady came and asked me if he was alright, which i didn't really know, and then he started making dog noises and trying to chew on my leg in a friendly sort of way.
Went to the shops and bought some things to cook with, made Bolognaise which drunkencelt seems to think is very good. Since he's a chef, i am quietly impressed at myself. Didn't get to try it until i got home because i had to dash off to a late assigned shift.
Worked at Confused?Bar for another one of the Battle of the Bands nights, which was completely drama free and an easy night. Was running late so decided to walk from 75 and Knox-Henderson because i at least knew the way from there, rather than taking my chances on the bus system. The bus goes from pretty much outside the front door here. Although i stood on the wrong side of the road for fifteen minutes because i forgot which way traffic goes.
Got home, ate, and passed the fuck out and woke up on Thursday. I am aware i am run down, and i am aware i am probably sick too, but you know what? There's no reason i should be sleeping an uninterrupted eighteen hours.
I could probably do with a trip to a medic but i haven't the money.
Hopefully, this little restorative coma will be enough for me to get back on with everything.
Tuesday i went wandering around the area, talked to some old guy laying on the sidewalk who looked at me strangely when i offered to help him get up. And then a black lady came and asked me if he was alright, which i didn't really know, and then he started making dog noises and trying to chew on my leg in a friendly sort of way.
Went to the shops and bought some things to cook with, made Bolognaise which drunkencelt seems to think is very good. Since he's a chef, i am quietly impressed at myself. Didn't get to try it until i got home because i had to dash off to a late assigned shift.
Worked at Confused?Bar for another one of the Battle of the Bands nights, which was completely drama free and an easy night. Was running late so decided to walk from 75 and Knox-Henderson because i at least knew the way from there, rather than taking my chances on the bus system. The bus goes from pretty much outside the front door here. Although i stood on the wrong side of the road for fifteen minutes because i forgot which way traffic goes.
Got home, ate, and passed the fuck out and woke up on Thursday. I am aware i am run down, and i am aware i am probably sick too, but you know what? There's no reason i should be sleeping an uninterrupted eighteen hours.
I could probably do with a trip to a medic but i haven't the money.
Hopefully, this little restorative coma will be enough for me to get back on with everything.