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"Holy freakin' f-ck!"
Oct. 15th, 2011 09:12 pmAs recently exclaimed by the oddly attractive Lt. Deb Morgan (played by Jennifer Carpenter), Dexter the serial killer's sister on Showtime's excellent series Dexter. A most fitting summation of the last four days, those three simple words.
Not more than a few minutes after firing off a few emails on Tuesday and adding some icons, I felt a sore throat stuffing up my ears and plugging my nose. I fought to deny it, as Saturday would be gorgeous (which, of course, it was), and I was to do a fun photo shoot in the wild showing off my new Halloween costume.
So, naturally, when I woke on Wednesday, you guessed it--full blown head cold from hell. Holy freakin' f-ck.
Of course, the silver lining is that this is simply a sucktastic--yet perfectly normal--head cold, as opposed to those freaky random fever-riddled septic UTI life-threatening escapades.
It was so perfect outside today, though I couldn't hang out with anyone. Suck! I was able to open the door and windows and air the hovel out a bit, which felt good. And I have enough energy to finally haul my sick ass online, so those September 3rd photos will see the light of day tomorrow. So mote it be, and all that jazz...
Not more than a few minutes after firing off a few emails on Tuesday and adding some icons, I felt a sore throat stuffing up my ears and plugging my nose. I fought to deny it, as Saturday would be gorgeous (which, of course, it was), and I was to do a fun photo shoot in the wild showing off my new Halloween costume.
So, naturally, when I woke on Wednesday, you guessed it--full blown head cold from hell. Holy freakin' f-ck.
Of course, the silver lining is that this is simply a sucktastic--yet perfectly normal--head cold, as opposed to those freaky random fever-riddled septic UTI life-threatening escapades.
It was so perfect outside today, though I couldn't hang out with anyone. Suck! I was able to open the door and windows and air the hovel out a bit, which felt good. And I have enough energy to finally haul my sick ass online, so those September 3rd photos will see the light of day tomorrow. So mote it be, and all that jazz...
