I'm siiiiiick. It is now Day Three of my annual battle with the crud, and while I am no longer the Mayer of Sicktown, or Governor of New Sickington, I think I'm still Professor Emerita of Sick Studies at Sickyville State. What to do today?
→[More:] Here's how sick I am:
--Monday: Sub delivery vehicle broke down. They are a mile away. I did not go get it.
--Tuesday: I am positive that I have at least three BookMooch books (cheap romances, all) and two t-shirts waiting in the mailbox at my office. They are also a mile away. I did not go get them.
--Wednesday: Today was the lottery for the city park space we may want to use for our wedding. (It's actually a synagogue from 1863.
This guy.) The parks office is across the street. I did not go over there. I sent the boy, and he came back saying that he paid them the full reservation amount even though we may not go with them (and EVERY OTHER PLACE I KNOW only makes you pay a max of half as a deposit). Jerks.
I have come to the end of the internet, and even though I hit the limit of my Netflix queue, I have no energy to watch. (Though we did finish
Kids in the Hall: Death Comes to Town, and man did I love that shit.)
Any other suggestions? Because there's only so much I can sleep.