Like I deeded to stay hobe adother weekedh.
Despite elisabetta36's accident and all that crap, I was starting to come out of my shell for a little while there. Made it to a bona-fide loft party a few weekends ago, saw a friend's band play, and got to bounce around and get a little drunk and talk with strangers and prove to myself that I haven't forgotten my social skills completely.
Last thursday I was trying to make plans for the following saturday, musing to myself that staying home to work on stuff used be more difficult than going out, when it became clear that not only had Lisa come down with some sort of powerful cold-flu, but also that I was fighting it off as well.
I fought this flu. I fought with all my garlic. I fought with protein-rich food and three huge bottles of emergen-c'ed water a day and ten hours of sleep a night. I fought by staying home all weekend and only going outside when there was plenty of O2 and B12 to soak up. I fought with a drastic reduction in smoking which finally hit zero two nights ago. And the motherfucker just keeps coming.
Like I needed to stay home another weekend. But here I am, sniffling and sweating and shuffling about in flannel pants and an oversized hoodie, taking four days to finish a paperback, resisting the temptaion to watch all my Studio Ghibli films again, wondering if perhaps this is it, maybe I'm going to spend the rest of my life fighting this cold.
Good thing I have broadband.
Last thursday I was trying to make plans for the following saturday, musing to myself that staying home to work on stuff used be more difficult than going out, when it became clear that not only had Lisa come down with some sort of powerful cold-flu, but also that I was fighting it off as well.
I fought this flu. I fought with all my garlic. I fought with protein-rich food and three huge bottles of emergen-c'ed water a day and ten hours of sleep a night. I fought by staying home all weekend and only going outside when there was plenty of O2 and B12 to soak up. I fought with a drastic reduction in smoking which finally hit zero two nights ago. And the motherfucker just keeps coming.
Like I needed to stay home another weekend. But here I am, sniffling and sweating and shuffling about in flannel pants and an oversized hoodie, taking four days to finish a paperback, resisting the temptaion to watch all my Studio Ghibli films again, wondering if perhaps this is it, maybe I'm going to spend the rest of my life fighting this cold.
Good thing I have broadband.