My weekend:
Friday:
4:30 PM Leave work, get some dinner, play on the interwebs and get my bad self ready to see some SG peeps. Somewhere in here I wonder if it is good idea to go out because I have been borderline sick for about 2 weeks
9:00 PM Get my bad self down the Hungry Brain and down enough cocktails with the SGChicago kiddies that there are pictures where taken of me that I have no clear memory of. Needless to say I had a great time and I don't think it was at the expense of others. Although I did have a moment where my chronic cough caused me to reject a shot of Jameson... Sorry to everyone who smelled like whiskey because of that. At some time I spawned a group picture, exposed my manly breast and spilled on myself a lot. But at least I didn't take a nap on the couch at the bar
Saturday:
?:?? AM Tacos with jtemperance and thanise01. Yummy.
2:30 AM I meet my new best friend, the couch of jtemperance.
9:30 AM I wake up slightly hung over (yay for no hangover of death) to find out that jtemperance has pictures of very scary saints on his walls. I become very sure they hate me. I am attacked by the chronic morning paranoia that has plagued me EVERY time I get really drunk in public; the raging fear I did something horrible/embarrassing/mean that I don't remember and people are pissed at me. Sadly my host is as bad as I am in this department.
10:00 AM My paranoia is shoved to the side by the fact that my truck is missing. Some quick phone calls reveal it has been towed; apparently I need to pay more attention to the snow zone signs. In my defense the closest sign was a full block from where I was parked but the tow driver seems not to have cared about this. We head off for some breakfast as I await a ride to the tow yard. I am slightly annoyed at myself for getting towed, this is the first time I have ever been towed for a parking violation.
1:00 PM After a lot of waking around a cold impound yard, standing in line for hours and paying 160 bucks to the city I have my truck back. It is undamaged and my experience with the impound yard went tons smoother then 75% of the other people standing in line with me.
2:00 PM I make it to work to do some invoicing.
5:00 PM I make it home and head fro the couch to watch some TV and abuse the interwebs. My plan also includes much reading and writing. I feel as good a have for weeks, I think maybe I am finally rounding the bend on being sick and start thinking about what to do for dinner.
7:00 PM My body turns on my completely and I make the first of many trips to kneel at the porcelain alter. The thought of food repulses me now.
10:00 PM I am pretty sure that if this continues much longer I will see a part of my body come up. I can not even keep down water. I am to sick to do anything beyond lay around and flip channels.
Sunday:
2:00AM I have now watched lots of movies on TV including an obscure Clint Eastwood favorite; The Gauntlet and American Beauty so I guess the day was not a total waste. I decide that because the dry heaves have not produced anything other then pain for a while it is safe to go to bed.
2:30 PM I wake up and feel better but not ready for food.
5:00 PM I decide to try to eat and of now, about 7:30, it is still inside of me.
Not quite the productive weekend I was hoping for but at least I am well for the start of my week.
Monday AM is court, everyone wish me luck.
Friday:
4:30 PM Leave work, get some dinner, play on the interwebs and get my bad self ready to see some SG peeps. Somewhere in here I wonder if it is good idea to go out because I have been borderline sick for about 2 weeks
9:00 PM Get my bad self down the Hungry Brain and down enough cocktails with the SGChicago kiddies that there are pictures where taken of me that I have no clear memory of. Needless to say I had a great time and I don't think it was at the expense of others. Although I did have a moment where my chronic cough caused me to reject a shot of Jameson... Sorry to everyone who smelled like whiskey because of that. At some time I spawned a group picture, exposed my manly breast and spilled on myself a lot. But at least I didn't take a nap on the couch at the bar
Saturday:
?:?? AM Tacos with jtemperance and thanise01. Yummy.
2:30 AM I meet my new best friend, the couch of jtemperance.
9:30 AM I wake up slightly hung over (yay for no hangover of death) to find out that jtemperance has pictures of very scary saints on his walls. I become very sure they hate me. I am attacked by the chronic morning paranoia that has plagued me EVERY time I get really drunk in public; the raging fear I did something horrible/embarrassing/mean that I don't remember and people are pissed at me. Sadly my host is as bad as I am in this department.
10:00 AM My paranoia is shoved to the side by the fact that my truck is missing. Some quick phone calls reveal it has been towed; apparently I need to pay more attention to the snow zone signs. In my defense the closest sign was a full block from where I was parked but the tow driver seems not to have cared about this. We head off for some breakfast as I await a ride to the tow yard. I am slightly annoyed at myself for getting towed, this is the first time I have ever been towed for a parking violation.
1:00 PM After a lot of waking around a cold impound yard, standing in line for hours and paying 160 bucks to the city I have my truck back. It is undamaged and my experience with the impound yard went tons smoother then 75% of the other people standing in line with me.
2:00 PM I make it to work to do some invoicing.
5:00 PM I make it home and head fro the couch to watch some TV and abuse the interwebs. My plan also includes much reading and writing. I feel as good a have for weeks, I think maybe I am finally rounding the bend on being sick and start thinking about what to do for dinner.
7:00 PM My body turns on my completely and I make the first of many trips to kneel at the porcelain alter. The thought of food repulses me now.
10:00 PM I am pretty sure that if this continues much longer I will see a part of my body come up. I can not even keep down water. I am to sick to do anything beyond lay around and flip channels.
Sunday:
2:00AM I have now watched lots of movies on TV including an obscure Clint Eastwood favorite; The Gauntlet and American Beauty so I guess the day was not a total waste. I decide that because the dry heaves have not produced anything other then pain for a while it is safe to go to bed.
2:30 PM I wake up and feel better but not ready for food.
5:00 PM I decide to try to eat and of now, about 7:30, it is still inside of me.
Not quite the productive weekend I was hoping for but at least I am well for the start of my week.
Monday AM is court, everyone wish me luck.
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And, yes, St. Jerome does hate you. He hates everybody. That's why I love him: a misanthropic saint.
I'm wishing the best best for you in court. Check back in.
Glad the evening was so robust on your end.
Sounded like you needed it, going into things.