No. No. No.

[mapsedge]

No, Daddy doesn't get sick. Sick is something that happens to other people, not to Daddy.

Okay, fine, Daddy's sick. Bleh.

The Early Winter Usual: basically a head cold and ass kicking. There was a musical gig i could have participated in tonight, but obviously that ain't happenin'. My voice is gone, and I can't hold myself upright long enough for a complete song anyway. The pharmacopial assortment I took after supper looked for quantity like the contents of a couple of broken maracas.

Those of you that know me well will understand how amazing this statement is: I slept for three hours this afternoon, and spent the rest of the evening crashed on the couch watching movies with the family; I did nothing productive from noon until now (8:38pm.)

Naturally, I can't stand that, so I'm going to put some time in on the computer while I wait for my decongestant cocktail to kick in.

Comments

[brotherwilliam.livejournal.com]

You are not that bad off. You could still spell pharmacopial!

Rest, drink, rest, drink, rest, drink.

RUNTOTHEWC!

bw

[joegoda.livejournal.com]

Right there with you, William. Right there with you. Cept I still drag my happy butt to work and say "Thanks for calling US Cellular. What can I do for you?" Still can't hear a thing out of my left ear.

Get well soon, chum! Dads are the superheroes unsung in the world!

[rhiannontherose.livejournal.com]

::hug:: 'Nuff said.

Slept?

[iarraidh.livejournal.com]

During the day?
And did nothing productive?

Where is William and why is there a pod full of Kleenex in your basement?