Ugh, am I still alive?
Kinda hard to tell.
If I am, I almost wish I weren't, and if I'm not, I'm obviously in HELL, this cold is such a miserable fuck to hafta deal with.
(Or, is that me?)
Sr. has it now, too.
George'll be next. Then, can we PLEASE be done with shit?
ForEVER? *rolls eyes*
Psh... I wish.
Dear Whomever Gave Me This Cold,"The so called "SuperFlu" does. not. exist."- General Wm. Starkey in "The Stand". Um, Billy-boy?
Fuck you. Fuck your Mom. Fuck your Dad. Fuck your brothers, sisters, Aunts, Uncles, cousins and pets.
You suck harder than an industrial ShopVac.
Sincerely, from the depths of my soul,
me
Yeah, it does.
Not only did it exist in the movie, but, it is also currently inhabiting my chest and head.
And, it's worse than the one y'all faced, 'cause at least that one would go on and kill ya.
This one won't.
Noooo.
This one you have to live with, day after day, week after week and what's next?
Month and after month? Ye Gods, man. And, while I'm at it.... Thank you ever so much, all you hopheaded teenaged douchebags who insist on abusing the "decongestant" ingredients in cold meds, so that NOW, those of us who NEED it, can't have it.
I hope y'all manage to snort yourselves straight up your own noses, or into early graves, all of you.
Wouldn't be anything more that "thinning the herd", you shitstains.
I hate you all right now (and I ain't much fond of ya's when I'm NOT sick, either). So, yeah... this cold sucks.
Can ya tell?
*siiigh* In other news.... Thank you, Viz, Bob and Jim L. for all the wonderful, interesting info about the Civil War.
Jim L. sent me a link to the PBS Ken Burns page and that took me a nice long while to go through, there's so much good stuff there.
And, Bob... is your buddy still around here? I'd love to have him show me what he showed you.
Or, YOU show me what he showed you... *grin*
That'd be wicked cool, getting to meet you.
And, Viz... wow, man.
You know a LOT about this and the way you present it makes me wanna keep reading.
It's all but an outright disappointment to get to the end of your comments and emails.
Very much like Stephen King's writing, I don't want it to end yet, no matter how long it's gone on so far.
("Yet" meaning "ever", pretty much... *giggle*) You, Viz, bring those guys to life, almost.
The cool little details that you know about 'em, the way you tell the story...
Man. Can I just wrap up in a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and listen to you for a really long time?
With a campfire in the middle of the battlefields would be awesome, but, with this cold I have, I'm also willing to drag a fire barrel into the house here and do this in the living room... *grin* Speaking of which, a fire barrel would probably make it a tad bit warmer in here, too.
Not that it's that cold, but, we are gonna hafta break down and get heating fuel this pay period.
Damn it.
Although, last night, I was outside, feeding the rabbit, and it was nice out.
And, I was in my men's flannel pj's and cat-slippers.
(Which probably isn't helping with this cold, huh? Duh. *laughing at my own stupid self*)
'Course, I wasn't out there that long and the rabbit is on the back porch under a roof and all... still. Besides which, if I have heating oil at the ready, it won't actually get cold for another month or more.
This I know.
Anything I'm ready for doesn't happen.
It's only shit that can sneak up on my ass and catch me unaware that does that. *coupla minutes later* Well, okay.
This oughta be interesting. George is home from work early due to the rain and after about six minutes of hearing me coughing, wheezing and bitching, he brought me two tiny red pills.
Decongestants of some kind.
Told me to take 'em both.
So, either I'll be able to breathe soon or I'll be so fulla energy I'll be waxing the HOUSE. Meanwhile, I oughta get my ass in gear, even if it is "low" gear and try to get something started, finished or moved along. There's still some laundry.
A few dishes.
A coupla kitty potties (and when better to do them than when you have no sense of smell?).
Plus, I wanna get that ham in the oven.
These days, I'm alllll about cooking shit that'll last a day or two so I don't hafta being doing this shit every damned day, ya know? Hmmm....
chicken pot pie is a good "lasts a few days" kinda thing.
Need some lima beans, though. Well, I can just get them when I drag George to the store with me later.
Need more oj.
And bread, I think.
Somthing else, too, but....
It'll come to me.
And, I should write it down when it does, too.
My head is so plugged, I can barely think, let alone remember shit. ugh. Anyhoo...
I'm off to do... something.
Something in addition to coughing, sneezing, wheezing and being miserable because of this cold. Talk atcha's later... Peace
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