sick and tired.

I woke up this morning and felt like death. Somehow, I had died in my sleep and woke up in the midst of being dead.

I hate being sick. More than anything else probably. Wait no, I hate yard work more. In my opinion pulling weeds from the garden violates our Human Rights and should be classified as Cruel and Unusual Punishment.. but that's a different blog for a different time...

So back to being sick, after I woke up I had the unfortunate displeasure of having a triple dose of discomfort:

1. I was very hungover

2. My throat and sinuses were gross and painful

3. I had to pee



I'll explain:



1. I stayed up late drinking and cruising the Internet with a good friend before going home to my roommate and his friends over. Naturally since they were drinking, I had to join them, according to my social etiquette handbook. Gin + Gin + Tonic + Gin = fun/headache

2. At some point yesterday I felt my left sinus dripping and running and I KNEW I was gonna be sick. No avoiding it. Like one of those amazing dogs that can sense a disaster before it happens, I can sense a cold coming miles away. And I don't even have paws...

3. Naturally, going to bed after drinking usually ends with waking up having to pee. I know, its crazy.. Well, for the first time in my life I'm living in a place that has only one bathroom. Never before had I realized how essential having two latrines could be until I woke up about to burst, found the bathroom was occupied, and had to retreat back to my bedroom still having to race like a piss horse.



I then went back to sleep, woke up 5 hours later, took a shower and ate some food. I'm feeling better now, but still not 100%. I realized it had been months since I was last sick, which got me thinking about my past colds, and I found a picture on my computer I took when I had one of the worst colds of my life. So bad I missed Christmas because of it. Enjoy:















SEXY!