/prodigeous sniff.
... I'm sick.
And I just pulled that title out of my ass.
After 30 hours, sleeping 18 hours, having 2 bowls of soup, and a hefty dose of nyquil
I still feel like hell.
Best part?
Today is pretty alright for painting.
What kinda bullshit is that? 50* and My lower back is MUSH, my head is full of gunk and I'm trying to breathe through my ears.
Finished Fallout 3, and Psychonauts, so... I'm pretty much up shit creek on the in-doors entertainment end. Too achey for porn. Too gunky to read and really absorb anything.
*throws ball at wall*
(10 minutes pass)
...
(20)
I got nothing. Apparently I'm supposed to have my life sorted out by
next fucking week.
Go dad!
...
Seriously I can't get anything done when I feel this shitty. And I was already pulling myself up by my fingernails.
Give me a fucking minute. I can barely stand up today.
I need another saga. Another epic.
I'd go for a drive... but I'm pretty sure I'd sneeze/passout/die.
Anyone up for a "just friends" nap?