Woke to find that I’m now smack dab in the middle of a terrific illness. Throat, sinus, head. Yep, as good as it gets. To celebrate, I did nothing.
Visited the monster horse briefly this afternoon and did some shopping with Kat. Came home and she whipped me up some Buffalo fingers which sadly contain no Buffalo and no fingers. They do, however, provide an extremely efficient delivery method for unhealthy amounts of blue cheese, so I approve.
Went downstairs to do some laundry. Little bit of a nasty odour coming from the floor drain has returned. Usually happens in the Winter. Think I one time saw a mouse disappear down that hole. My solution was to flooed that f’n hole with enough bleach to fill a bathtub. Turned that little fucker’s underground lair from a cozy hideaway to a tunnel of bleachy, agonizing death. I cried myself to sleep that night.
Now watching TV, eating chocolate-covered cashews and drinking Heineken. Called my personal trainer to tell her that I wouldn’t be coming over tomorrow. For some reason the gruff man who answered said he didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. He said that if I called again he’d get the cops after me. I think these cashews might be bad.