Actually, I'm lost in Sickville. I took the fast train here on tuesday and woke-up lost in this miserable town on Friday. Aches, pains, nasal drip that looks like cream of chicken soup...what, too much? You should see the green oysters!!!
All I need is some decent sleep and I know I will feel better. However. The nose wouldn't let me sleep on last night and the whine inducing aches and pains of my body wouldn't let me sleep on thursday night. Last night the Vicodin I took helped, but not much. (Note to self: take my last two Vicodin tonight.)
Today, it will be me, Zicam, Flonase, my fluffy pink cashmere robe and two sweatshirts, and a marathon of The West Wing. (Good show, don't know why I didn't watch it more when it was originally on. Probably because I wasn't home, but whatever.) Oh, and I also have the second season of Weeds. Truly, my brain has been sitting like the mushy, mushness it has become since Christmas. Good brain. Zombies, stay away. Big Day tommorrow.
