The Wrath of Basement Cat
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Julie Barrett
I can only suspect that's the reason I feel so horrible today.
How do I put this delicately? I rarely have stomach upset to the point where I have to spend time on my knees. This has been one of those days.
Chris was a little under the weather on Monday, and I suppose I got what he had. Only when you're *mumbledy-mumble* years old and working long hours, it hits like a truck full of sewage. Now there's a lovely image. That's partly due to the way I feel, and partly due to the fact that I finished re-reading Thrones, Dominations this morning. The theme of sewage runs through it like the Thames through London.
So I've spent most of the day reading. I finally decided that I couldn't knock around in a bathrobe all day and took a shower. I couldn't tell whether Midnight enjoyed my fresh scent or was appalled that I no longer smelled "interesting" to her. Oh, well.
Food today consisted of four crackers with a little bit of cheese. The cheese count does not include the five pages of radio script I banged out this afternoon. Various folks will be happy I wrote that. I need to come up with an equal amount of cheesy dialog in order to make length.
And you know I'm sick when I can't make it to bowling. Not only do I suspect I wouldn't be able to lift the ball, but I think my friends will thank me for not spreading this crap. And you can take that word any way you want.
The little room off the bedroom - and I don't mean the closet - calls...
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