Today I continue my National Lampoon Bronchitis Vacation. I'm on my fifth day of staring at walls through a haze of codeine cough syrup. I like to swig it right from the bottle, forget those sissy little measuring cups, I know when I've had enough. But then again, I did see the Virgin Mary on my living room wall and she was crying real tears...or was that me? Well anyway, aside from my drug abuse, I've been trying to keep up my night life, sick or not. I took a trip down to the laundry room the other night and it was really hopping. Apparently, somebody had done a load of laundry with a tissue left in a pocket. It was pure anarchy! I had to come upstairs and lie down. Tonight, I'm gonna listen for garbage chute opening in the hallway because that could mean some real ACTION around here! So far, I've done the dishes...and they were already clean, taken out my garbage...over and over again and actually did go to the park for an hour today (and no I didn't drive under the influence of codeine). It's a much nicer day than yesterday. I am also feeling better now that BobbiJo and I have been intimate...about our illnesses, that is. So aside from listening for the garbage chute I have no idea what lies ahead this evening...maybe I'll just suck back some cough syrup (after all it is Friday night) and watch it get dark, that's always fun. Wow, I actually miss work!
