So I'm feeling like death...I have snot in my nose, my throat, my lungs. My throat is raw. My head is hazy. Cold sweats, chills, aches, pains. I just feel like a huge piece of shit. I went to work for about 6 hours yesterday but with all my hacking I pretty much just scared customers away. I was relinquished of my duties after an expected lecture from my manager. She acts as though I’m purposefully doing something to be sick and believes that people should only miss work if they’re in need of being hospitalized.
I always know when I’m truly under the weather because my appetite disappears…that is a true rarity. Yesterday I had a bagel and lots of beverages and every form of Theraflu sold at Walgreen's. The boyfriend helped make a nice little nest out of pillows, stuffed animals and blankets and supplied it with the essentials: eye mask, cough drops, water bottle and a toilet paper roll so I could hack and sneeze to the maximum without having to leave my nook. And I didn’t from 4:430 yesterday evening till about 1 o’clock this afternoon….I willed myself to get out of of my slumber cave since the BF was having people over to our abode for SuperBowl fun. I had to be a good housewife and be present, even if I was a hot mess in my pajamas, with my toilet paper roll by my side curled up on the couch. I took a bath so I could have a presentable presence and not be a snarl haired mess, ghost/monster freak.
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| I might have blown this guy out in a Kleenex today |
The BF whipped together his own specialty bacon chili and a delightful antipasto sandwich loaf. The sandwich was definitely worth getting out of bed for and made my chicken noodle soup more acceptable. The football game I semi paid attention to through my delirious state which isn’t really that much different from the way I normally watch football. When I was a kid I would try to watch games with my dad (before my brother was born I felt like it was an obligation even though I was probably more annoying to him than enduring). I would sit around and watch for about 5 minutes, ask 10,000 questions, cheer when everyone else did and then whip out my coloring book. Not much has changed besides the fact that I don’t whip out the coloring book (as often). Because I acted as a junior fan to my dad’s real super fan I had an obligation to root for the Packers in this game. My dad’s family is from Wiscansin and football is a very serious thing to my family. We have cheesehead gear to prove it. Bret Favre going to the Vikings will always be a sore subject. My Grandpa takes people to Lambeau field otherwise known as the “Frozen Tundra” and presents it as though it is one of the 7 wonders of the world.
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| Possibly a family friend |
Luckily the teams in this game don’t really get the BF going too hard, if it involves the great MN Vikings he seems to think that he’s actually physically a part of the team and talks to the TV as though he’s an assistant coach on the sidelines. It gets very loud and borderlines on violent. A game can set the tone for how the rest of the day will go. It was a nice change of pace to have him watch a televised sporting event like a normal human being. We had blunts and beers consistently going around and two of our guests were shrooming (why you ask, I guess why not? We’re in San Francisco…who the fuck knows). I wonder if they thought the commercials were funnier than the rest of us because of that, overall I wasn’t that impressed. That is my primary focus during the superbowl…how clever are the commercials? This year not very.
And then there was the half time show…holy hot fucking mess. It seems as though Fergie was planning on lip syncing (I think this was made quite apparent by the fact that she didn’t start singing when she was supposed to) and I only wish that she would have been able to follow through on that plan. Her voice was absolutely horrid, like a bad American Idol audition. It was excruciating. She’s got a hot bod (when she's not pissing her pants) but sometimes (always) she just looks like a crazed meth head. The long haired pale guy was creepy as usual, Will.i.am. wore plastic hair and the other dude just did his thing.
The one person who gets credit of course is URSHER…I mean that motherfucker just flew down from the ceiling, danced his ass off (with that blonde slick back haired tranny next to him) and did an incredible flip jump in true Usher style.
Eating and watching several hours of TV (while enjoying the gorgeous sunny day by having the windows open) is about all I can handle today. I’m just pooped. Gonna tuck myself right back into the bed I barely left and try not to have nightmares about creepy white box headed dancers.
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