even the magical power of M_'s birthday cannot save me.
i napped today from 1:30-4pm -- during what what would these days be considered a ridiculously long M_ naptime -- but to no avail; i awoke feeling as though i'd gone several rounds with some kind of large industrial machinery of the sort used on farms for separating wheat from chaff... except imbued with special tracey ass-kicking technology. or something. CAN YOU TELL HOW SICK I AM?!?!
yet even in my loathsome state of putrescence i will not be deterred in my viewing of LOST this evening. yes friends, though tonight i may have fever dreams of the sweatiest variety about invisible monsters and kidnapping piratey dudes and hidden hatches concealing dank labyrinthine tunnels... some things are simply not TiVo-able.
and now i must go watch some sort of retarded home improvement show on HGTV. because that's what one does when one's attention span has been eaten by the brain piranas of illness.
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1. happy birthday, M_
2. Get better, woman
3. 10 minutes and I'm actually going to watch it.
Posted by: supa | September 28, 2005 at 11:50 PM
get better, lil lady! don't you have a real cute husband to fluff a pillow, bring you some soup, get you some juice? I seem to recall you had one last time I checked. Did you lose him in the couch cushions? He /is/ kinda skinny...?
Posted by: styro | September 29, 2005 at 05:46 PM
Brain Pirhanas. I am incorporating that into my everyday vocabularly now. I hope you feel better soon and that everyone has a fabulous M_'s birthday.
Posted by: Belinda | September 30, 2005 at 02:12 AM