So, maybe one person has by this point noticed I've gone kind of a while since my last post (for me, at least). I try to be really consistent and post at least every three days or less.
This week I failed.
But I have a good reason!
I've felt like crap since Saturday.
Like, fever crap. And I've gone to work the last two days. (I don't really deal with the general public, so coming to work with a fever and no other real symptoms of illness isn't exactly the end of the world for me.)
Fever dreams kind of blow. My favorite part is when I'm sleeping and the Tylenol I took an hour ago finally kicks in. Then I wake up drenched in sweat and panting. Which is worse: freezing because you have a fever or the sweat after having meds break your fever?
I spent pretty much my entire weekend on the couch watching Netflix. And a mini-marathon of Indiana Jones on Sci-Fi. Or Syfy. Or whatever the hell they call it now. I realized something super important during the time I spent watching this channel. There is an obscene amount of commercials. They happen at regularly spaced intervals, but they go on for, like, six minutes. That seems excessive, especially when you're interrupting my time with Harrison Ford.
Last night? Also spent on the couch.
Bet you can guess what I'm doing tonight. After my nap and between doses of Advil.
If you're interested, my two favorite movies from my illness-a-thon were this-a one and this-a one. Both are kind of amazing in their own I-can't-bring-myself-to-look-away-from-the-screen kind of way.
I just re-read this post. Illness makes me fucking retarded.
Oh, by the way, I have happy news. I found out today that my roommates and I got the townhouse we wanted for when we move. Yay!