Where I've been spending my days...

[benchilada]

Still sick.

Indeed, the only thing that's gotten any better is...nothing, really. Now I've got a sore throat and crap in my lungs. I think my fever has broken twice. Currently at 100.6. Wasn't hungry but I ate something about sixteen hours ago because I figured I needed some kind of nutrients.

Now?

I'VE GIVEN SARA THE DOOMSICK!!! I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON!!!

Fuck. Gonna take her to the doc when she wakes up.

Anyway, here's what my flu area looked like at one point yesterday:



In this shot:

Our new couch
Isis
The Ballad of Doctor Richardson by Paul Pope (god I hope they put it back in print at some point; this is from the library),
Regular cream blanket
Polyester blanket made by my grandmother out of my mom's childhood dresses. Damn it keeps you warm hot
Berserk v.11
Pitcher of water I've emptied and refilled about twenty times
Fishing with John DVD (as of yet unwatched)
Relenza, a flu medication
Sudafed
Advil
Tessalon Perles
Digital thermometer
Cell phone
Regular phone
Bettie the Computer

Ugh.

Also, free advice? Anybody who tells you that Entrails of a Virgin is a brilliant cult classic film is lying. Cult, sure, classic, no, brilliant, I'll kill you. Uninspired softcore sex scenes make up about half of it, boring dialogue makes up about three-eighths of it, and one eighth is weird gore. Not good, just weird. The making-out-with-a-severed-head bit is good, but...feh.

I think I need to go pee for another 8 minutes.

Peace.

b