The anti-biotics have been doing wonders, and even waking up after clocking in a mere six hour sleep session, I still felt fine. Not good, but not bad. Say goodbye to my grandmother, have a bantam breakfast, and then scurry out the door to open at work.
I stayed at work for a good portion of the day. I was the only one there, so I was responsible for opening and closing. It was good. No complaints today. Changing out feminine hygiene product containers was an experience, but it was all good. I also ate macaroni & cheese at work, which all I have to say is, they put way, way, way too much cheese powder in those packets.Yes, I'm paying homage to Kraft Mac & Cheese. The one and only. The legend. The cheese my sister sabotaged a fellow camper's suitcase with on my senior retreat. That kind of cheese.
Went home and rested, looked briefly at the advertisements in the paper, and started watching Spider-Man. I also sat in the shower for another twenty minutes and just sweat. It feels so good to do that when I'm sick. Sweat out all the micro-toxins in the blood through my pores, cleansing the veins and body. Need to find a steam room.
Ended the night with a guys night, courtesy of Mike Wensel. Mike, Noah, & I all went over to Chad's and got some drinks and food, and just hung out, watched Hey Arnold, Kung Pow, Robot Chicken, and avoided waking up Dee, Chad's tenant that lives below him. I'm surprised she didn't wake up, considering the laughing, yelling, computer speakers, and singing, that were aimed directly towards her master air vent. I'm sure our faces being inches away from it didn't help. When Mike lept out of the chair and slammed his shoe-clad feet against the floor and the entire house shook, I'm quite confident she slept through that too.
Ahh... came home to a puddle of pee, courtesy of my dumb dog.
- The boys -
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