I think I understand what it’s like to be an obsessive compulsive now. Perhaps that is just a bit of sarcasm, but being sick this week has seen a massive depletion of my hand soap supply in my apartment. I just cannot shake this bug. In hopes of defeating it, I constantly wash my hands after any event involving possible recontamination. Both yesterday and today were spent in bed. My best friend, the TV, kept me company with all of its insanity. With luck, my neck will not be plagued with pain from my head being propped up for too many hours that I even want to think about. I’m hoping that this is the tail end, ten pounds lighter and all.
All of this puts a damper on any potential Memorial Day weekend fun. I’ll have to keep it on the down low for sure. Some times when I get sick, the best way to start feeling better is to start acting better. That’s the reason why I went back into the station on Tuesday. I paid for it big time yesterday. I had thought about hiking or something entertaining like that for this weekend. Instead, I need to bust out the bleach and go to town on my apartment. Yay me.
Not all has been horrible in this past week. I had the awesome time of catching up with Renee last night. She’s gearing up to hit Sydney for a month, leaving next week. It’s people like such that you have to cherish in life. Renee has made her reach for doing what she wants with her life, and that’s just the way life goes. However, when my phone rings, not a lot has changed in the sense that we still babble about nothing for hours. Good times. Florida seems to be treating her well. I’m hoping to make it down there to see her soon.
In an attempt to not launch into a tirade of thoughts regarding the current state of cable television entertainment and how much I loathe 97.3% of it, I’ll end it here. Being sick, I’ve been watching way too much TV.