round round hanging round I hang around (by the bitchboys)

yes, sometimes I even get what I wish for. Sunday night I hoped for having more time to hang around at home. Monday morning I stood under the shower and felt a bit dizzy. weak. feverish. migrainy. shtuff running down my throat. well, too sick to go to work. I'm so ill, I called work to let them know and then went on the couch and slept another 3 hours.

somewhen in the afternoon I went to the post office to hand C's birthday package in. He might read this, so I can't say here what it is. I can give hints though.
item a) is something you can mix into dairy products
item b) is made of paper and has words in it
item c) is a card with a drawn cat in front of an acid-orange background and the cat looks kinda cranky and it holds its tail high up and somehow ya think you can see its bunghole.
I got the same card hanging in my kitchen. objet d'art, I'm tellin' ya. ;o)

Somewhen during that day I talked to R...
me: I'm dying!
R: if you die, I'll kill you!
Someone, bless his heart. *chuckles*

Late, late at night, J came back and we talked bull for hours. That was kinda nice :-))

So basically, I'm staying home for a coupla days, gonna go see the GP tonight, call C around midnight for his birthday and then take things from there.

stay healthy, y'all! *coughs* :o)