So I’ve had this cold bordering on the flu since Friday night. It got worse through Saturday (but the photographer didn’t seem to care) and completely took me out of the picture Sunday. I felt better yesterday and was well enough to grab some groceries, more meds and Mary, and make it back here in time for SunRay’s birthday.
Goddamn germs. Betcha didn’t know I could drink NyQuil straight, didja! Break yourself, fool! Mark-ass germs.
Sick makes me so non-cute. Like I didn’t get to go to the party I was invited to for Saturday (because I couldn’t get a ride but if I could I would’ve been miserable anyway). People have been calling and leaving irate messages asking where the hell I am. Well I been here, cunt! Curled up under the covers fighting off mark-ass germs while you’ve been living it up in Non-Sick World Land. Bastids.
Thursday (or Friday at the latest) I should be in full-effect once again. I’m still coughing up slime and my room has that “sick” smell.
I can’t wait for this madness to be over.
I am currently accepting web-hugs. web-kisses, pictures of naked men, good tidings and cheer.
