Sunday Recap

I'm not dead.

Technically -- even though I've been too sick to stroke my, uh, keys -- I've been blogging. In my mind. That has got to count for something.

WED.
A note to my boss:
"Meds upset my stomach -- on top of everything else. Feel worse than before, won't be in tomorrow. In fact, I may be dead by then."

THURS.
Still alive. Actually started to feel human by late afternoon. Washed sheets; self. Shaved. I look good clean. Smell better, too.

FRI.
Returned to work; details are hazy. Immediately found myself in the "sick position" when I returned home, ending up on the couch in my bathrobe. I don't remember changing so it's possible I wore my bathrobe to work.

SAT.
Slept most of the day. Ate pizza. Fielded multiple attempts to drag my hot ass out of the apartment, despite repeatedly stating I was recovering from sinusitis. You know what really helps a severe sinus infection? Loud music and drinking in the rain! I love my friends, but they're some dumb bitches. Went to bed.

SUN.
Slept in. Wrote this.

Now you're all caught up. The end.