OH.. and in other news

I have decided to not venture to the city of Bluff to infect my mother with my illness. No, this is an illness i shall reserve for those stuck in the same house with me, which includes an extra J for a few more days, and even an S for Sunday night. *cough* *hack* I sounded acceptably shitty on the phone to mom, so she let me off the hook… this time.

I’m keeping the theraflu people in business, I’m pretty sure. All I did today was get woken up by J telling me to go with him to Van Helsing in a half hour, drink theraflu, go to movie, come home, have massive headache, sleep until Jenni called for directions to Hi-Fi Buys, then lounge about in front of the tv with the gang. There was a 3-hour Hellsing marathon on Action tonight, I guess in honor of Van Helsing starting. Caught the first two, which I’d always missed, which filled in some plot holes from the only occasional episodes I’ve ever caught. Someday I will own that series, if for no other reason that I can’t stand watching them on Action due to the damned commercials. They run the whole 23 or so minute episode commercial free, then seven minutes of the same damn commercials for other movies on their network… and there aren’t a lot of commercials you have to choose form when you only advertise for yourself, so in those seven minutes, they might air the same commercial twice. I swear I think I read that in a book on torture tactics once.

Anyway, so, this weekend is reserved for rest and recuperation, and then for some mad frantic makeup work. I got far enough behind with the two days I took off due to theraflu induced sleeping all day that as of Monday I’m to be included in the daily conference call for remedy issue status. The “first thing in the morning” call starts at noon for me. That’s considerate. We’ll see how that works out.

One week from today I’m supposed to be on my way to Myrtle Beach for a vacation. One week. Question is, can I actually get well and get my shit together in that time frame. We’ll see. Enough babbling tonight. I need a hot shower, a steaming mug of theraflu night-time liquid sandpaper, and if i’m lucky, a goodnight hug.