So, there's this wicked-bad flu going around and of course I got it.
It's not a stomach flu, it's a flu that masquerades as the Lung Infecting Ear-Drum Death. I spent the first three days trying my damnedest to expel my lungs and the last two hearing a constant white noise. Luckily, though, the lungs seem to be getting rid of whatever nastiness is inside them and I don't really require hearing at a print shop. (It's so loud in there all the time anyway that I'm a bit of a lip-reader and everybody talks extra-loud anyway.)
The BEST part about this nasty flu is that it's taken away my desire to consume food. I've been living off cold medication and snapple and the weight is DROPPING off. My waist is gettin' good and tiny.
Now I've just got to keep it up!
(also: I'm a failure at knitting with hemp but the Green Lantern golf sock that I'm making for my buddy Anders' birthday is going to kick ass. I'm also getting him a coffee maker that he expressly forbade me to buy. Whatever. My money. ALSO, the Winnipeg/Windsor/Detroit holiday was a rousing success, even though I didn't get half the clothes I figured I would, and I miss Winnipeg and all of my friends BADLY. My mantra has become several variations of "Just one more year." I am otherwise excellent.)
It's not a stomach flu, it's a flu that masquerades as the Lung Infecting Ear-Drum Death. I spent the first three days trying my damnedest to expel my lungs and the last two hearing a constant white noise. Luckily, though, the lungs seem to be getting rid of whatever nastiness is inside them and I don't really require hearing at a print shop. (It's so loud in there all the time anyway that I'm a bit of a lip-reader and everybody talks extra-loud anyway.)
The BEST part about this nasty flu is that it's taken away my desire to consume food. I've been living off cold medication and snapple and the weight is DROPPING off. My waist is gettin' good and tiny.
Now I've just got to keep it up!
(also: I'm a failure at knitting with hemp but the Green Lantern golf sock that I'm making for my buddy Anders' birthday is going to kick ass. I'm also getting him a coffee maker that he expressly forbade me to buy. Whatever. My money. ALSO, the Winnipeg/Windsor/Detroit holiday was a rousing success, even though I didn't get half the clothes I figured I would, and I miss Winnipeg and all of my friends BADLY. My mantra has become several variations of "Just one more year." I am otherwise excellent.)
There are three things you should know about Britain;
It is a country
It is called Britain
Britain"
hehe I lifted that from a britcom called "Little Britain" The lines above are spoken by the narrator, none other than Tom Baker
But seriously, If I could be living over there right now, I'd start in London. I'm familiar with the city and I know people there. Then I'd find a small country village and promplty begin my duties as village drunkard/idiot
Sorry to hear you're ill, but it seems the snapple and cold medication diet is doing you just. Did you get all your Sam Kieth books?
A DVD recommendation: Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law. If you've seen it, nevermind. If not, rent it and pee yourself laughing
My spring is getting better. We had a couple of really rainy days that oddly enough perked me up and got me going a bit. Still, motivation in general is fleeting. I also have yet to see a Darth Tater on a store shelf. Thats ok though, because I did find a Return of the Jedi poster signed by David Prowse. He wrote; "The force is strong in you, Darth Vader" then signed his name. So cheesy. So cool.
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