So my weekend? Well it happened. I got things sorted out, moved a futon to my apartment, picked up a death plague along the way which has now festered into a nice cold. Stuffed up sinuses, hacking cough, the works.
I assure you, I look very attractive. The glassy eyes make my inner soul shine ever so loverly.
Wait, loverly is actually a word too?
Man you could tell me anything right now and I'd believe you.
It really sucked that I spent all of Monday really sick (A FREE DAY OFF, C'MON). Basically my day amounted to me writhing in pain, fighting off waves of nausea. Truly delightful. I seriously suck at being sick, not only do I become completely USELESS but I get mad at myself for knowing that I'm wasting precious time.
There were these grand plans to write, I tell you, but once again I'm mired in wastefulness.
Mired is a word, right?
UGH. Kill me now.