So, Ira got sick today. Blarg.
So far, it’s pretty mild symptom-wise, but we’ll see what happens. I had enough of a fever that I slept for four hours in the middle of day, and I mean I was dead to the world. Zonked.
The real bummer is that my brother and nephew are coming into town tomorrow to stay with us for the weekend. And I don’t mean it’s a bummer they’re coming in, obviously – I mean it’s a bummer that I’m sick. Cue sad trumpet.
So, yeah, I didn’t do shit today. I was worthless. I did straighten up the house a bit…so I guess there’s that…but, man. This fuggin sucks. I really thought getting sick for Christmas was going to cover it for me, but nope. I just hope whatever this is doesn’t last very long. We’ll see.
We’ll see…
…gotta finish this fucking manuscript, yo. GOTTA.