To quote Patrick:
“Holy crap, tomorrow is Friday?”
Indeed it is.
I called in sick today and hope that tomorrow will be better. I made it through my antibiotics regime but… you know what, the doctor said “I’ll give you an optional refill… if you feel 100% better, you don’t have to get it. If, however, you still feel awful? I want you to continue the regimen.”
Seriously, I’m *THIS* close to getting a Neti Pot.
But what’s the point of complaining? Life is too short. We should spend it enjoying the things that are worth enjoying rather than complaining about our humors.
However, my humors are kicking my butt. This means that this weekend will be low-key and spent attempting to revitalize them. (I found a spell online that revitalizes humors but I’m going to avoid casting it and drinking the resulting potion. It’s mostly yoghurt, cucumber, and walnuts with a handful of spices. Might as well drink tzatziki.) The usual chores and laundry will apply for Friday and Saturday and I understand that there is a sporting event on Sunday that I should watch.
What’s on your docket?