sic.
I'm home sick. Feel like, sound like, look like crap. Why is it that days when you're a complete waste, you don't have to go to work?
However, this does give me an excuse to do my favourite sleep-time thing. Take NyQuil. Oh hell yes. I will be as close to dead as a person can get without actually, you know, dying. This is a showstopper.
I made it around the corner today to rent movies. That was huge. I rented He Died With a Felafel in His Hand. I really couldn't see too well through the blurry vision caused by trying to hold sneezes in in a public place. A guy asked me to explain to him what "heist" ment (he was French). I explained then trotted home, to pass out about 10 minutes into the movie. Movie, thus far, consists of four guys who live in a house in Australia and have philosophical conversations. Oh, and play golf using bullfrogs for balls. I think I'll give it a second run tomorrow.
Roomie is out of town til Sunday, which has allowed me to fully trash the place. I am a slob, through and through. I keep it under control with the roomie, but if I were living alone, I would definately hire a maid. I know that's lame. We never had one growing up. My parents thought it was rediculous to hire people to clean up after you. We didn't have a dishwasher, either. And part of me definately agrees with that, but at the same time, if I don't have someone to keep relatively clean for, I will not do it. End of story! Plus, you can hire a maid to come twice a month for $25 a visit, and she'll stay for three hours. Three hours of cleaning, people, that's six hours per month. I say that's well freakin' worth it, especially if she brings her own cleaning products.
This entry is a wash. I'm going to go take NyQuil (capital N, small y, big fucking Q) in the original "green death" flavour, and then I am going to pass out and dream of nothing. It will be glorious.
However, this does give me an excuse to do my favourite sleep-time thing. Take NyQuil. Oh hell yes. I will be as close to dead as a person can get without actually, you know, dying. This is a showstopper.
I made it around the corner today to rent movies. That was huge. I rented He Died With a Felafel in His Hand. I really couldn't see too well through the blurry vision caused by trying to hold sneezes in in a public place. A guy asked me to explain to him what "heist" ment (he was French). I explained then trotted home, to pass out about 10 minutes into the movie. Movie, thus far, consists of four guys who live in a house in Australia and have philosophical conversations. Oh, and play golf using bullfrogs for balls. I think I'll give it a second run tomorrow.
Roomie is out of town til Sunday, which has allowed me to fully trash the place. I am a slob, through and through. I keep it under control with the roomie, but if I were living alone, I would definately hire a maid. I know that's lame. We never had one growing up. My parents thought it was rediculous to hire people to clean up after you. We didn't have a dishwasher, either. And part of me definately agrees with that, but at the same time, if I don't have someone to keep relatively clean for, I will not do it. End of story! Plus, you can hire a maid to come twice a month for $25 a visit, and she'll stay for three hours. Three hours of cleaning, people, that's six hours per month. I say that's well freakin' worth it, especially if she brings her own cleaning products.
This entry is a wash. I'm going to go take NyQuil (capital N, small y, big fucking Q) in the original "green death" flavour, and then I am going to pass out and dream of nothing. It will be glorious.
posted by M at 8:32 PM
3 Comments:
Got a bad cold? The flu? Hope you get up and running again soon.
You know, that movie title is the antithesis of Samuel L. Jackson's coming-soon magnum opus "Snakes On A Plane." It doesn't describe what it's about at all. Now "Snakes On A Plane," we *know* what that's about. Snakes. On a plane. But this felafel business is just absurd.
Maids are so 19th century.
Don't trip off that NyQuil.
-Suley
Sick sucks.
He Died With A Felafel In His Hand sounds familiar, but I can't remember if I've seen it or not.
You might as well clean your place up yourself and save the $50 a month. I guess. I'm kinda lazy about cleaning too.
Sweet NyQuil-induced dreams.
NyQuil is awesome. Note that it even comes with its own plastic shot glass.
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