I got sick just in time for the weekend. I would have gone into a complete panic and started lining up child care for what was sure to be another hospital stay, but I was too tired. You know what bugs me about being sick, aside from, y'know, not feeling that great? Its that I will give myself over to the virus, in this case for two days, just laying around, drinking tea, watching movies, wasting away, and then on Monday morning, I'm still sick! Its not fair! I gave two full days to this thing, and its still around. I don't feel any worse, but I don't feel that much better. I have a whole Brenda Vaccaro thing going on.
I did decide to just bust on through it today, though. We were out of milk, and I had a plan to get my toenails done with a friend and I wasn't going to pass that up, so I just muscled through. I still don't feel too great, and I think its time for more advil. I watched the original Wall Street movie (Charlie Sheen was just a baby!) and Looking for Mr. Goodbar. Wow. If you've never seen it, just be okay with that and move on with your life.
We're also having a heat wave, and you know how much I hate the heat. Laying on the couch is not all that relaxing when you're sweating and thinking you must have a fever.
Is that enough bitching and moaning for you? Don't I have anything nice to say at all? My toenails look real perdy, and I had a delicious sandwich. This coke I'm drinking is awesome, and tonight I get to watch Mad Men. In a few minutes, I will take L to piano lessons where she will kick some serious piano ass, and then I will come home and faint from the heat and not make dinner. At some point in there, I will run the dryer because its too hot for the heat from the dryer to make any difference. Rob just has to have the red shirt TODAY! You know, I do have a pretty good story about L opening her first bank account, but it will wait for another day. Ciao.
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