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This weekend, even though I've felt like someone has taken my stomachular region and twisted it into a ball of ohfuckthathurts, has been rather pleasant. I didn't make it plans, which means I didn't have to cancel any plans on account of mother nature being a self-righteous, cunty bitch on a power trip.
I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, which can make other activities (as if suffering abdominal agony is like taking a spin class) very enjoyable, but this is kinda bullshit. The fact that I even mention it means I hurt quite a bit, but I will survive. [Hai, endocet, I luh yew! *big hugs*] I have relaxed and napped, and napped and relaxed. There was chocolate and diet coke and diet coke burps. And A LOT of movies. All in all, I can't truly complain. I'm just whining. Shuty0face, I'm entitled once in a while.
What I should have done, instead of just activating superhermit mode in my bedroom, is built a fort of awesomly epic proportions in my living room. It feels about 20 degrees cooler out there - if I had built this masterpiece, I would have enveloped myself in a blanket burrito and cuddled up a pile of pillows. Outfitted with cable and internet, I could have easily sustained life in it for days. Why didn't I think of this sooner?!
Perhaps next weekend. I plan to not make plans then either. Wanna come over?
