I went to bed with a sore throat this morning and woke up tonight with a throat that felt like proof of spontaneous human combustion. A few cough drops later, it was livable, so I brought the whole bag to work.
I now feel lethargic in a pleasantly cat-like way, the sore throat continues, and my joints hurt a little. I'm sure this will get worse today and tomorrow, but at least I only have to work tonight and tomorrow night and then it's time off.
I'm pondering whether to pick up lemonade when I get off work and hot it up in the microwave, or go straight to the Mike's Hard Lemonade (alcoholic) and scorch those little germs right on out. It depends on if I feel like buying alcohol at 7 in the morning; thankfully, the people at Wal-Mart know I work nights and they won't give me the stinkeye for it. (Is it bad that I know everyone there?) ...oh, for those of you who don't live in Oklahoma, we have a law that's supposed to help prevent underaged drinking, that forbids alcohol sales between 2am and 6am.
Raven wants French toast. I want snow. Sigh.
I now feel lethargic in a pleasantly cat-like way, the sore throat continues, and my joints hurt a little. I'm sure this will get worse today and tomorrow, but at least I only have to work tonight and tomorrow night and then it's time off.
I'm pondering whether to pick up lemonade when I get off work and hot it up in the microwave, or go straight to the Mike's Hard Lemonade (alcoholic) and scorch those little germs right on out. It depends on if I feel like buying alcohol at 7 in the morning; thankfully, the people at Wal-Mart know I work nights and they won't give me the stinkeye for it. (Is it bad that I know everyone there?) ...oh, for those of you who don't live in Oklahoma, we have a law that's supposed to help prevent underaged drinking, that forbids alcohol sales between 2am and 6am.
Raven wants French toast. I want snow. Sigh.