Something about rest and being wicked
Had planned to write something about rest and being wicked. A rant based on the proverb ‘no rest for the wicked’. But claiming the wicked need rest from time to time. Instead I’m writing this very short and meaningless rant about not being able to write that rant. Because I’m too tired for some fucked up reason.
No sore throat today, just a lot of phlegm with blood in the shower. Charming right? Me standing in the shower, all naked, hacking up phlegm, snot and blood to the point I’m almost puking. The perfect fucking way to start a Monday, right?
Around noon I was struck with malaise and horrible lethargy. Amazed that I managed to drag my arse to the store to get some groceries. Feels like having a really nasty cold, but without the snot and fever. Really, really odd.
Been playing with the idea of staying at home all week, but I’ll see how I feel tomorrow.
Bloody hell! Had to go the bathroom and spit some more blood stained phlegm in the sink. At least it is less green with less blood. Might have to get it checked out if it’s not gone by next week.
Bollocks!
With that said, the Facebook holiday is going great. So far, based on the “results” I have so far, I might just delete my account in October.
Wub wub wub wub…
