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Reposted from the Head Trip bloggything
Mar. 22nd, 2011 03:36 amFun thing about being sick, is the Sick Haze... a sort of foggy way to view the world, especially calendars and what people around me keep calling "days". Saturday night I ventured out into the world (well, a friends' house) to participate in a murder mystery I'd RSPV'd to over a month ago. I popped some Ibuprofen and caffeine and prayed that I'd survive. And to make it just that much harder I wore heels. I was luckily rewarded at the end of the night for the "best roleplaying" prize, which I give the heels a lot of credit for. I was willing to limp around in heels to stay in character. (Also lost a lot of monopoly-style fake money in my corset. When the point came in the evening where I had to count all I had, I dug in there like a champ. Looked like I was having a ~private moment~ there... awkward? Yes. But I ran with it.)
Anyway, back to the point. Sick. Right. Stayed up too late, had a bit to drink (which helped that "walking around in heels" thing quite a bit) (yes I know drinking while sick is what one calls Epic Dumb but I allow myself a number of dumb things I'm allowed to do each week... it was Saturday and I had one big one left over so I took it)... Sunday I barely remember. Like I'm fairly certain stuff happened, but... no, no, don't really remember.
Monday existed! I know because I was just there. And there were... things. I did things. Ate? Yes. Oh, there was a TV show or two. I don't entirely remember what happened in them but they were definitely on because at one point I blinked at Castle and went "Isn't that Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman?" (spoiler: it was)
Amazingly I think I've got people around me IRL fooled. I fight my sore throat just enough to talk and I think I sound pretty convincing as a healthy person. Who knows though, really... for all I know I'm going through a normal sentence and throw something in about rockets that really had no business being in there.
The reason I post this here is basically to, in an unnecessarily long way, explain why there wasn't a comic yesterday. Because I fail at days. But hopefully tonight I sleep more or less uninterrupted and feel better in the morning (ha!) and I can Get Shit Done.
Anyway, back to the point. Sick. Right. Stayed up too late, had a bit to drink (which helped that "walking around in heels" thing quite a bit) (yes I know drinking while sick is what one calls Epic Dumb but I allow myself a number of dumb things I'm allowed to do each week... it was Saturday and I had one big one left over so I took it)... Sunday I barely remember. Like I'm fairly certain stuff happened, but... no, no, don't really remember.
Monday existed! I know because I was just there. And there were... things. I did things. Ate? Yes. Oh, there was a TV show or two. I don't entirely remember what happened in them but they were definitely on because at one point I blinked at Castle and went "Isn't that Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman?" (spoiler: it was)
Amazingly I think I've got people around me IRL fooled. I fight my sore throat just enough to talk and I think I sound pretty convincing as a healthy person. Who knows though, really... for all I know I'm going through a normal sentence and throw something in about rockets that really had no business being in there.
The reason I post this here is basically to, in an unnecessarily long way, explain why there wasn't a comic yesterday. Because I fail at days. But hopefully tonight I sleep more or less uninterrupted and feel better in the morning (ha!) and I can Get Shit Done.