Sickly Jibberish
I feel like doo doo today. I cannot even muster the strength to say shit. I have sore throat, cough, lots of snot, my ears hurt, I have a fever, I sound like a 98 year old man that has been smoking for 90 years, I feel like I have been kicked repeatedly in the stomach and back and my hair hurts. That's right - my hair. It hurts. I am currently wearing my favorite t-shirt, which has no less then 200 tiny holes in it, a pair of pants that resembles my mascot uniform of so long ago (basically pants made of carpet) and my foam flip-flops. I am wrapped in a blanket with a cat hanging off it and I am still freezing.
The Super Bowl is this weekend. Had I still been at NFL, I may be there. That's what they said anyway on my first day, but when I saw the list of workers going, my name was nowhere on it. It sort of leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Maybe that is just phlegm.
Isn't it weird how when you are sick you really don't move around a lot, but after you doze off and wake back up, you look around your dwelling and it is about 10 times messier than you remember it being before dozing off? Like a tiny quiet hurricane was polite enough to pay you a visit and not make a sound while you slept. If you ask me, I think it is the gnomes. Those bastards. . . .
Some people are fixin to be written off. That's all I have to say about that.
Tomorrow is February. Weird.
Here is a tip from Rick. When you build a fire and it is still burning but there are no flames, toss some matches (the kind in a box) into the logs and when they light, you will have flames again. I refer to these as Magic Matches. Disclosure - Matches may or may not have magical properties.
I wish I received more good mail. Like actual handwritten letters and stuff. I am going to start doing that more. I have these really cool pens that write real sparkly that I addressed my Christmas and New Year cards with last season. I sure do like shiny stuff. Last night I went outside to see the snow fall and the snow that fell through the light of my back porch looked like slivers of diamonds floating in the air.
I need to start doing more New Yorky stuff before my time here is up.
TheraFlu is kicking in and I am going to watch The Last of The Mohicans.
The Super Bowl is this weekend. Had I still been at NFL, I may be there. That's what they said anyway on my first day, but when I saw the list of workers going, my name was nowhere on it. It sort of leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Maybe that is just phlegm.
Isn't it weird how when you are sick you really don't move around a lot, but after you doze off and wake back up, you look around your dwelling and it is about 10 times messier than you remember it being before dozing off? Like a tiny quiet hurricane was polite enough to pay you a visit and not make a sound while you slept. If you ask me, I think it is the gnomes. Those bastards. . . .
Some people are fixin to be written off. That's all I have to say about that.
Tomorrow is February. Weird.
Here is a tip from Rick. When you build a fire and it is still burning but there are no flames, toss some matches (the kind in a box) into the logs and when they light, you will have flames again. I refer to these as Magic Matches. Disclosure - Matches may or may not have magical properties.
I wish I received more good mail. Like actual handwritten letters and stuff. I am going to start doing that more. I have these really cool pens that write real sparkly that I addressed my Christmas and New Year cards with last season. I sure do like shiny stuff. Last night I went outside to see the snow fall and the snow that fell through the light of my back porch looked like slivers of diamonds floating in the air.
I need to start doing more New Yorky stuff before my time here is up.
TheraFlu is kicking in and I am going to watch The Last of The Mohicans.
posted by Wigwam at 2:04 PM
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