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I am in the plugged sinus, no-taste, no-smell phase of my sickness. I had the runny nose for the better part of the day, and after wanting to shove super-plus absorbency tampons up my nose holes, I decided to just sit up for a little while. Sitting at the desk makes my nose not so runny and I don’t feel like I need to send Dennis back to the store for tampons. Heh. Would I do that?! ![]()
Dennis has been a really good nurse for me today. He washed the laundry, except he washed everything and noticed that I had eight more pairs of panties than normal. Oopsie.
When he was done with the laundry, he found out the hard way that there’s a reason I never completely empty the laundry baskets here and I have a system: There’s just no room for everything to be put away.
Live and learn. ![]()
He also went to the store and bought me several types of de-congestiants and fixed me a small dinner. I actually ate solid food. Go me! I took a couple of Tylenol and Dennis took my temperature with an antique thermometer. I don’t know what my temperature actually is, but it’s in the ‘fever’ lines of the thermometer so I’m going to guess it’s about 100. I’m coughing a lot and I’m sleepy, but other than that and the occasional plugged nose and lack of taste and smell (which may/may not be a good thing around here!) I feel better.
I’m still going to attempt to drop my class Tuesday and I’m going to pick up the mail. I got a notice in the mail that my isotopes were attempted to be mailed today, but I was asleep and didn’t get it. Damn. I could have been doing my research all weekend while I’m sick. Who knows? Possibly inhaling all those topes is what kept me from getting sick all this time!
Let’s take a break from the depression to look at some happy pictures. Then fall back into the blissing out with the herbs and poppies I bought for ‘dinner’.
Another Sir Paul picture!!

That spooky, lonesome road.

At the top of the hill, you can see a panoramic of city lights all across the windshield.

I made it far, but I had to turn around and come home. Art Garfunkle was not pleased with me. Nor was his buddy:

Working out some thoughts and ideas Be back tomorrow
It’s 4am and here I sit analyzing things on the internet. Boring things, mind you. My pain isn’t back, but I’m awake and wondering what the hell is going on.
My husband knows I’ve been involved in drama, but he doesn’t know what. I promised him when I got my new domain, I wouldn’t get involved in drama anymore. I’m trying to make good on these promises. Being a forgiving person isn’t the only thing I’m working on! I’m afraid to talk to others about what’s on my mind because I know deep down that Dennis can Google my name and his name and find this drama and take away my sites or my internet. It’s something that I live with wondering.
I need to get to bed. I’m wasted. It’s 4am. I’m going to attempt to upgrade to MovableType 3.0. In the middle of the night. While wasted. This should prove to be fun.