Mar 07, 2002 21:25
I skipped kickboxing.
I feel intensely guilty and weak, but I think it was worth it. When I left work, my nose was running like a spout. I returned to my apartment and sucked down a hot mug of Theraflu before preparing 0.58 pounds of green-topped tilapia fillet. Much fish, rice, and broccoli later, I'm feeling not a bit congested, just very mellow (Theraflu knocks me out and leaves me with a fuzzy head). My hope is that by dosing myself tonight and tomorrow morning I will be 90% by tomorrow night.
You see, tomorrow night is supposed to be karaoke night. Not surprisingly, I will be expected to perform.
Turn the crank and watch the monkey go.
illness