Ever since I got back from Europe, I’ve been fighting this lung crud. It seems to get better, which prompts me to do all the stuff I like to do, go to work, go to the gym etc., and then it slams me on my ass and forces me to consider purchasing SCUBA gear to wade through the gallons of snot my body all of a sudden decides to produce. This sucks.
So I finally decided to take a day off and try and heal. Aside from a quick trip to the Social Security Administration office in Rosslyn to get my name changed, which went surprisingly smoothly and only took 20 minutes, I’m in bed today, feeling sorry for myself and drinking vast amounts of tea.
I don’t feel like dealing with politics, although, I will admit the amount of butthurt schadenfreude over the squealing leftards about their skyrocketing premiums and canceled policies due to the UNAffordable Care Act is giving me tingles. But overall, I’m not feeling well enough to be angry or indignant or any of the other emotions politics usually evokes. As a matter of fact, I’m watching Netflix in bed and waiting on a quart of hot & sour soup I just ordered. Yeah. A quart. I also have a bottle of Tums for the aftermath.
So what is there in the world other than politics?
There’s photos of funny cats and funny captions.
There’s the occasional funny post on FAILbook.
And there’s always BuzzFeed with some amusing list or other.
But overall, I just want to lie here and be dead for a while.
So if I’m not interesting lately, blame the crud that has infested my body and won’t go away!