I have THE PLAGUE.  Now, that might sound cool, but it's far from it.  I speak like a frog, my body aches, and I want to lie in bed snuggled up wearing sweats and watching House re-runs all night.  I seriously came thisclose to asking the Brit if he just wanted to stay in and order room service and watch crappy American TV.  
I contracted the plague yesterday.  I stayed in bed hyped up on Nyquil until this morning.  I tried to pack for this insane work week.  I hate all my clothes.  Who packed these things?  Better yet, who bought these things in the first place.  I must go shopping now, and yet, I can't function to go shopping because I HAVE THE PLAGUE!!!
I was so bottomed out on Nyquil that my engaging personality and charisma were paralyzed.  I actually wanted to be out with the Brit, and I wasn't nervous or awkward, but I was mute.  (I know this part is highly amusing to many of you considering I am hardly a mute, but I stake my life on it.) 
Oh, and who the HELL closed Ruth's!!!  I just wanted comfort food since I had to be out and about, and Ruth's is torn to shreds.  Completely.  I almost cried because I had been dreaming about the pot roast ever since I forced my body to function this morning.  It only obeyed because I promised her the pot roast!
Also, NOTE TO THE DAMN OLYMPIC PARK: When it's a freaking holiday, don't close all the rides! 
In case you were wondering, it was a highly entertaining afternoon.  Although there was this lovely little lunch at The Bistro 412 (which some of you know I adore and have visited there with me before).  The snow fall was quite beautiful, and I would have been absolutely ok with sitting there all day doing nothing else. 
I'm now locked in my hotel room trying to decide if I head over to the Gateway and get something decent to wear.  I have to speak for 6 hours tomorrow, and I'm going to look the opposite of cute.  I need cute in my life.  Otherwise, I should just take a nap for the next hour and a half even though I'm afraid I won't wake up.  Seriously, does anyone want to come snuggle with me even though I do have the plague?
Monday, February 16, 2009
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No. I will not snuggle with you. I may go shopping with you, but no snuggling.
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