I ran out of food. Dammit.
Post vacation busy-ness turned into post vacation depression turned into rampant disease. In any case, I’d not really had a chance to get to the grocery store and the food I did have was either too complex to make easily or gone bad in the fridge.
My dad’s wife came to the rescue. YAY FOOD. I threw the ingredients in the machine for a loaf of bread, she brought me soup and juice and a rotisserie chicken. I spent the day having only consumed coffee and mexican hard candy. My belly is full, I have a little more energy, but I’m gonna take some codeine cough medicine before bed.
maybe I’ll actually sleep in my bed tonight.

Around 2am I fell asleep. I decided earlier in the evening that I would watch the Star Wars Trilogy (the original 3 not the craptacular series of emotionally stunted metal masturbation movies Lucas made recently). I fell asleep almost immediately after I put Return of the Jedi in. Of course I fell asleep on the sofa again. Woke up at 5:30, coughed up someone else’s diseased lungs. Coughed until my head pounded in agony.
Coughed until I cried.
Moved to my bed and made a warm cuddle sandwich with the dogs. Having two dogs totally redeems itself when you are sick. There is nothing quite as comforting as warm, furry dog sleeping against your back and belly.
I’ve not been this sick in over a year and I think now would be a good time to die.
oh, and if I die, don’t forget to blame my boss, he’s the one who got me sick. I just want to keep mentioning that so that no one forgets that after sacrificing years of my life to my job, my boss killed me.