Sick as dogs. Don’t know where that phrase came from…not sure I actually care to know, now that I really think about it. It’s probably something terrible 😛 Have you ever noticed that about old turns of phrase? How so many of them are, like, super racist or just about other really horrible shit? Ring around the rosy, for example: bubonic freaking plague! I almost wrote “plaque.” Bubonic Plaque, guys. Watch out for it. Not even flossing will get rid of it.
So, yeah…we’re still really fucking sick. Poor Liz, she was feverish to the point of just kind of rocking and moaning for most of the day. My fever seems to be mostly gone, but the aches and the random zonking out for a couple hours at a time still happened, so it’s definitely not quite all gone. Hopefully tomorrow…?
Fucking flu, right? Jesus. Who told you to stick around for more than like a day or two?
The humor is back. That’s good. That’s a good sign, I think?
We watched The Big Sick tonight, which now that I think about it is the perfect (ironic) name for tonight’s entry. It was SO GOOD. You guys. Easily my favorite of the films we’ve watched thus far that are in some sort of awards contention. Really, really, go onto your Amazon account and watch it. It’s sooooo gooooood. Super funny, incredibly charming, and I’m freaking amazed at how Kumail Nanjiani and his wife, Emily V. Gordon, turned their real-life love story into a romantic comedy.
That’s about all I got, yo. Played this game on the Switch that Liz had downloaded a few days ago called Pan Pan. It was fun…and frustrating, but mostly fun. I played it during one of my more fever-ish periods of the day, which makes my recollection of the affair rather…hazy…but I couldn’t take a nap, and I couldn’t read…so I played. Made my eyeballs hurt. They still do. Uuuuuggghhhh…the sickness.
Anywho, my dog is being really freaking sweet right now and laying down right next to me, so it’s off to bed with me. Wish me luck. Last night, it took me till after 2:30 in the morning to fall asleep. Poor Liz had to go sleep outside on the chaise lounge, she was that tossy-turny in bed. The flu fucking sucks. We’re dying.
Send pupper snuggles.