I fell sick with a creeping crud on Monday, after portents of things to come on Sunday. Here it is Thursday, and I only feel moderately better. Some of my 'tubercular' hack-up reminds me of honey mustard, and today there was ketchup involved. I know. Ick.
I have slept about 20 hours of every day this week, which I hate, but I am unable to do otherwise. I hate being sick and alone. I am trying to start on a knitted sock, but it is slow going.
And then there are creeps on fb that I try to argue with. (Maybe I should say, well, Hitler made good roads! How about that!?) I know, I am almost delirious. Monday night I was mouthing along words to Blue Collar Comedy - other times, I just went "blblblba blablblb." Seriously. I don't think I have ever done that before without the use of recreational drugs.
On the 3rd season of Mad Men. Still loving it.
3 comments:
SP -- Be Healed!
Smooch.
I wish I could wave a wand and make you all better. Hugs!
I want to watch "Madmen", too. Right now the Brides have me by the throat. Can't get enough of "Say Yes to the Dress." lol
I can hardly stand to be on fb sometimes. sheesh.. it's as bad as reading comments after a Newline story. Gack!
Hi Doll,
Hoping the good fairy comes and makes you better in no time at all.
Hugs, Euphoria
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