Cold for the holiday

Ignore me, ok? I hate bitching about being sick. And yet, I feel compelled to. Nothing quite like using a nice holiday weekend to sleep off an annoying fucking cold. Just what I was wanting. Instead of having some sort of night out on the town with friends, or some sort of nekkid holiday revel […]

Ignore me, ok? I hate bitching about being sick. And yet, I feel compelled to.

Nothing quite like using a nice holiday weekend to sleep off an annoying fucking cold. Just what I was wanting. Instead of having some sort of night out on the town with friends, or some sort of nekkid holiday revel to celebrate by birthday, I’ve been alternately sleeping, watching my football team get royally smacked, and trying to complete some basic domestic tasks like laundry before I have to go back to work.

I was gonna take tomorrow off for my birthday. I dunno what I was gonna do, maybe just take my motorcycle up a hill or maybe go sit in a cafe and write. But I was gonna do something just for me. Only now I don’t fucking feel like it. If I’m gonna be sick, I might as well be working.

Too late though, I already put in for an extra day off.

Honestly the thing that pisses me off most about being sick is that I wanna go work out. Which means I’m getting back to gym-rat mentality. I wanna get in there and work ’til I sweat, work ’til it burns. And I can’t, not when I’m dizzy and coughing and sneezing.

Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.

22 thoughts on “Cold for the holiday”

  1. SIGH. Ok. So you start drinking hot lemonade with some brandy in it. Please note I did not say hot brandy with lemonade. The lemonade will act as an astringent on your throat, the heat will help break congestion, and the brandy makes your throat less irritated, so less likely to cough.
    Great Gram’s recipe.

  2. I had a “cousin” named Brandy. And brandy was my Dad’s favorite poison (I’m not saying which). Based upon the data I’ve gathered, Brandy is good.

    “Please note I did not say hot brandy with lemonade” Darkneuro, are you sure?

    Hot Brandy to the DJ booth, Hot Brandy . . .

  3. Well pour me a scotch so I can drink with ya…. Alcohol helps you sweat out your cold too… And trust me you aren’t the only one with a woefull holiday. I have been mind fucking myself into anger at my choice of cities to live in. San Francisco is definately calling my name.

  4. Happy fucking birthday, Mr. Elvis.

    Your gift is inbound, but unfortunately WDW says 10-20 working days. Let me know if you don’t get it by Xmas. 😉

  5. Circle-spank, followed by oral sex? Let’s make it really fun and play musical chairs. Everyone who is unspanked loses their seat, ahem.

    And since it’s a birthday party, we can play pin the dildo in the donkey. Blindfolds optional (and not recommended).

    Happy Birthday Karl! My ass dimples salute you.

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