Just an earth-bound misfit, I.
First off, anyone who hasn't seen the Mt. Dew Chuck Norris commercial, needs to. I'll embed it just past this here
Anyhoos, I have a half-a-cold. It's not bad enough to justify shirking my cleaning duties all weekend or skipping work tomorrow, but it's just enough to make it an absolute chore to do normal things, i.e. breathing through my nose or swallowing a large mouthfull of food. Or like, taking less than an hour and a half to get ready and leave the house because I get tired in the middle. So really it's just fucking IRRITATING. I want to swallow without it feeling unnatural, sleep without bizarre sick-dreams, and breathe without constantly sniffling.
On the plus side, I don't have a cough (yet) or inordinate amounts of phlegm (yet), so I'm hoping that if I take vitamin C and Echinacia like it's my job, I'll kick this thing in the ass before it has a chance to incapacitate me.
In other news, it seems I can't go more than a couple weeks without buying/acquiring some sort of home decor item. Sparing the details, my couch is now dark red and blue, and has the world's most awesome throw pillows. I shouldn't have spent money on it, but the couch was so UGLY. Once Brian does whatever he's doing with it tomorrow, I'll post a picture. Because I know everyone wants to see how beautifully my couch matches my curtains. Or not. But they will anyway.
Other events of note: Brian made stir-fry Friday night and Tammy and Peter came over. I showed Tammy Clue and managed to not quote along... much. Saturday night Brian, Rhyan, and I saw the play And Miss Reardon Drinks a Little, which was fabulous. Except there was no good way to end it. But whatever. It rocked.
So... there's my life for the past couple days. Woot.
Anyhoos, I have a half-a-cold. It's not bad enough to justify shirking my cleaning duties all weekend or skipping work tomorrow, but it's just enough to make it an absolute chore to do normal things, i.e. breathing through my nose or swallowing a large mouthfull of food. Or like, taking less than an hour and a half to get ready and leave the house because I get tired in the middle. So really it's just fucking IRRITATING. I want to swallow without it feeling unnatural, sleep without bizarre sick-dreams, and breathe without constantly sniffling.
On the plus side, I don't have a cough (yet) or inordinate amounts of phlegm (yet), so I'm hoping that if I take vitamin C and Echinacia like it's my job, I'll kick this thing in the ass before it has a chance to incapacitate me.
In other news, it seems I can't go more than a couple weeks without buying/acquiring some sort of home decor item. Sparing the details, my couch is now dark red and blue, and has the world's most awesome throw pillows. I shouldn't have spent money on it, but the couch was so UGLY. Once Brian does whatever he's doing with it tomorrow, I'll post a picture. Because I know everyone wants to see how beautifully my couch matches my curtains. Or not. But they will anyway.
Other events of note: Brian made stir-fry Friday night and Tammy and Peter came over. I showed Tammy Clue and managed to not quote along... much. Saturday night Brian, Rhyan, and I saw the play And Miss Reardon Drinks a Little, which was fabulous. Except there was no good way to end it. But whatever. It rocked.
So... there's my life for the past couple days. Woot.