I got food poisoning over the weekend. I feel like doggy poo warmed over. Sorry we didn’t get any postings this weekend. I know you’re tragically upset to be deprived of your Sunday Funnies quiz. Not to worry, there’s always next Sunday. It’s this amazingly cyclical thing. Mad Madam M can attest to the importance of cyclical things, especially when related to crop cycles and religion in ancient Egypt. (You really had to be there).
I found that the crappiest part about being sick is living alone. There’s literally no one to help you. If you want medication, chicken soup, or even someone to hold your hair back, you’re just plain S.O.L. No one’s going to tell you it’s all gonna be okay when you want to curl up and die. Well wishes from over the phone just don’t have that same je ne sais quoi.
In happier news, my laptop touch-pad mousy thing has decided to begin working again. I don’t know why, but I’m not gonna question it. Gift horses and all that.
