*cough*
Things have been better in the Andrews household. It's midnight and I can't sleep. *drama* Woe, oh woe is me */ drama* When I lay down my throat does that annoying dry thing it does, where everytime you swallow you feel like you're gulping down the equivalent in air of a massive hot air balloon, only to be struck with a coughing attack 2 seconds later cuz everything is scratchy. And just to rub it in, every place in my apartment is comfortable EXCEPT my bed. That just figures.
I decided to go all chinese medicine on this cold... so I've rubbed po-sum-on all over my chest. Which is great 'n all (kind of like Vicks only smells much, much nicer and does a lot more good), but now I'm rubbing my eyes cuz I'm so tired, and I've ended up with tingly, strong po-sum-on in my eyes. Making them water all over the place. Thus making me a coughing, wheezing, air gulping, eye watering, sniffling, sneezing, tingly chested loser.
*cough*
On the bright side, between all the napping I did this weekend I treated myself to lots of "Margaret-Movies". Her definition of a Margaret-Movie goes something along the lines of: romantic, foreign, mushy-pants, love-wins-out in a period piece type of flick. Jeremy Northam is my hero *sigh*.
What cracks me up in several of these movies is that the lead character is a "gentleman". That's right. He doesn't do anything, ever, except enjoy his wealth and stature in society. So then I get off on one of my mental tangents, wondering how in the world that sort of title would be received in 2004. I think Jeremy Northam should come over to my house so we can discuss this over tea.
I'll just wait here.
*cough*
Comments
Get well soon mushy pants!! We wouldn't want to miss and opportunity to make out with Jeremy because we're under the weather, now would we?
XOXO
What? Did someone say something about making out with Jeremy?
One can NEVER be too sick for that!
*happy sigh*