
Look! An entire storyline without interruption! It’s a miracle!
Look! An entire storyline without interruption! It’s a miracle!
Around eight thirty, Nighthawk turned to me and said:
So, we’re almost 30. It’s Friday night. We’ve got pizza, we’ve got drinks, and we’ve got Fraggle Rock on the television. Does this strike you as somewhat odd?
Work has picked up again and I’m so beat to death when I leave I just don’t have much energy left to write much. Plus, I should be writing instructions for properly installing Adobe Reader. (I’m not. I’m writing to you instead.)
Life is quiet right now. Plans to go to bed at a reasonable time are failing miserably every night. I have a thousand different comic ideas and no time to write them. Or draw them. Or anything.
I’m about 1/5th of the way through knitting my first scarf. Yes, over my Virginia Beach vacation 2 weeks ago I not only drove to another state and visited with relatives and went whale watching and took 150+ pictures and ate until I was ready to burst, I also learned the very basics of how to knit.
It rocks.
Anywho, I’m tired so I’m not writing much. That and the forum’s been a ghost town. Work is beating most of the rest of you up as well I ponder. (How busy was I today? I didn’t read a single comic until I got home.)
I want baseball back.
It’s time for bed.
So yesterday, I spent the day sleeping, wishing I was sleeping, or throwing up. Today’s not been so hot either. This is the third time I’ve been ill in January (sinus infection, massive head cold, now stomach flu) and I’ve about had enough. February had better be healthier.
How sick am I, you ask? I’m so sick that I tried to play Final Fantasy X for a few minutes and the graphics made me motion sick. I slept through almost half of each football game yesterday. I can’t drink soda. I’m too sick to be miserable.
I called my doctor’s office and they’re pretty sure it’s a 24-hour bug, which means I should be feeling better soon. If I’m not, they say I can head down to the emergency room and get a shot for nausea.
Bleh. back to sleep.