All last week I had a cold. I snuffled. I coughed. I sat in my chair. Sit sit sit, with my cat in my lap. I watched Battlestar Galactica dvds, I ate soup, I drank OJ. Drink drink drink.
How much fun was it? None. None fun.
Oh, sure, my cat loved it. She was in psycho kitty heaven, sucking up my body warmth and biting me every time I went to take yet another hot shower or make a tuna sandwich. Bite bite bite. That's Baggy's favorite trick.
After something like 7 or 8 days of sitting and sipping and being bit every so often, I now declare myself healed. Discount the rough cough I may be wracked with every so often. Please ignore the slightly distant look on my face as my addled brain catches up with the conversation. Because there's no way those things are going to kill me, but cabin fever was about to.
Dead dead dead.
15 comments:
I'm so glad you're still alive. Now Baggy? Not so sure about how I feel that she still is.
Poor Baggy, unloved by all but me.
Cabin fever is worse than sick. Get out and feel the cold - it will cleanse you!
I have been, I promise. Although right now I am ready to drop - it's the end of the work day, and I have done all I can.
Good Goddess, don't die!
Hey I like the new pic. The beautiful orange-ee golden color reflects what I imagine your aura to be. In fact, it's pretty much the color of you hair! I miss your hair.
Glad you are better and getting out of the house. I saw a poster for you spinning someplace on Punk night.. it was at the Black Dog, and may have been old. I don't get much time to read while chasing Harley, but I felt as though I knew a celeb!! xo pf
Ha, no, that's a new one. The 21st. I wish you could come out and hear some music, even if I am the world's worst dj.
Yea, me too. Who knows, maybe we can make that happen.
I am so sure you are NOT the world's worst dj. In fact, if you were, they wouldn't be using it as a draw on their advertisements! (You were kidding, right?)
No, I really am pretty much the world's worst. I don't even have my own equipment. The thing is, I make those fliers - the Engine Room just supplies the space and power.
Baggy give em tough love. It clearly healed you.
I love you shitloads.
Baggy is nothing but tough love, wrapped in black fur.
Love you, sis!
I love you MORE!
I love this post. Love love love. I kind of want to illustrate it.
If you do, I will scan it and put it on my blog.
Hope you're feeling better.
Glad Baggy has you to love her?
Biting bitches (channeling SB) need love too.
I love her with all my heart, and I am the only human she can stand. Even thought she bites me, it is out of vicious affection.
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