Day Fifty-Seven: Nightmare

I had a suffocating nightmare last night. Maybe it was just my fever coming back but fuck, no thank you.

Day Fifty-Five: Is it possible to watch too much TV?

I took being sick very seriously. I have a job and my job isn't exactly rocket science but I still don't want to let anyone down by being consistently sick and out of it. So, when I made the decision to call in sick I made getting better my job. I'm still sick but I am better.

Ok, what does getting better have with too much TV?

Part of my getting-better-now regimen was not moving from the couch. Not moving from the couch meant watching TV for eight straight hours. AND, lest you mention it, I did try and read but, this drugged up girl could not follow a plot line if she was paid to do so.

Moral of the story: Eight hours of TV does not a happy Hanley make. I'm actually, and y'all should record this, I am actually excited to go into work tomorrow - just to shake up my effing day.

Day Fifty-Two: Sick.

Should be more like sick!!!!!!!!!! I am officially under the weather and not happy about it. Hear that sickness? Happy. NOT. Not happy.

Also, the question mark button on my keyboard is sticky. . . time to remove the computer from general use? I think so.

Day Fifty-One: Sick?

I am feeling the edges of a cold eating away at my energy. Must. Stay. Healthy.