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Thursday, March 02, 2006

To carry on the Withnail & I theme, I need to say that I am, "indeed, drifting into the arena of the unwell." I know my body's fighting off whatever The Wife had last week. Does that mean I dress properly when going out for drinks last night? Of course not. It's been quite chilly up here, lately. We have not, however, taken to covering ourselves in Icy Hot and standing by the radiator.

I can feel the grooves at the back of my throat created by post-nasal drip. And, I've barely been able to keep my eyes open since coming back from the DMV. The lines weren't long, but the freaks were out in force, let me tell you! It was like being in social work again. I was lucky, though; I got to witness, from a distance, a mildly mentally retarded man go off on the help. He was in line as The Wife was getting waited on, though, which made me nice and hypervigilant first thing in the morning.

This weekend is The Wife's birthday, with loads of activities planned...loads...anyway, we've having dinner at her mom's on Friday, and then Saturday afternoon we're taking over the party room of the apartment complex with twenty of our close friends. This'll be fun!

...which means I plan on sleeping all thru Sunday.


defiant goddess said...

I hope you feel better soon.

Ms. Bizarro said...

Only 14 friends on Saturday, dear. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, DON'T EXAGGERATE!