I’ve been out of commision since Saturday night. It was not fun. I managed to sweat through three shirts just last night! Luckily I only tossed my cookies once, much to the amusement of the boys who lent editorial comments.
They are all going to die. Except for Jarret who bought me a Battle Scarred Wing Zero and Deathscythe Custom and watched Endless Waltz with me. I’m sure he thought I had lost my mind when I burst out laughing at the scene where Heero retrieves Wing Zero Vibrator Custom in space.
Amber is also exempt as she played nurse kitty, curling up with me all day yesterday. She put up with my constant tossing and turning, though I think she was a bit upset when I had to remove her from atop my stomach.
Glenn stooped to a new level. It amazes me how anyone can be so rude and inconsiderate. Between repeatedly getting in my face with intoxicated breath, knowing full damn well it was making me queasy, to blasting the stereo… Oh and nothing says “I love you” more than being felt up by a drunk when you’ve got a fever and a pounding headache!
Car won’t start. Again. I knew it wasn’t the battery, which they replaced anyway since it was the original one (which was 6 years old), Glenn had drained it, and it wasn’t holding a charge all that great. Since the car started at the garage all the men danced and grunted with glee, completely ignoring the fact that the battery has nothing to do with the stalling problems the car’s been having. I still think it’s something along the fuel line.
Well, I promised Ben a game of One Piece. He is now exempt for making me cherry pie. :o)
