Knowing Better
It appears that due to my insistence of getting up in the morning, working on the computer, noticing the time, seeing that I have used all said time, rushing into the shower and then rushing to the car with a wet head of hair, which I have an overabundance of which takes about two hours to dry, and scrambling to get to work has caught up with me (Your William Faulkner sentence of the day from your friendly Newscoma.)
It’s Meth Benedryl day, campers.
Woot. (cough … hack … snort.)
Yeah, I’m here all week.
I’m trying to fight off a scratchy throat and a nose that’s trying to run. If all else fails, I’m fixing to pull the Jack out of my closet and drink it. It might help, but at least if I am sick, I really won’t care.
Have you ever been to William Faulkner’s house? It’s pretty awesome. I’ll write long sentences all day if it gets me a crib like his.
Gaaaahhhh, seems to be a few “im sick” posts this morning. Sugarfused has one. I’m dealing with a case of MRSA (posted video on my site). I hope you feel better!