Well, I have been sick. There's been a crud going around. You're always tired, you get a deep, croupy cough, sinus issues, the works. It's not terribly debilitating, but it just drags and drags and drags on. First the upstairsies had it. You could hear them hacking theior way through it, first her, then him, and then The Biker got it a month ago, and now I have it. GAAAAH.
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I discovered that you cannot kill fungus gnats with a nicotine drench, or by shaking the plant and vacuuming up the gnats that fly out. I mean, that latter works, but you're only getting repeated hatches, not solving the problem. It's fun, though.
For any of you interested, no, you don't hold up the whole fucking vacuum up there; geeze. You use the hose attachment and the crevice tool. Get it together.
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When I am brought low by germs, I like to hop on different chatrooms, or Reddit, and binge on other peoples' problems and weirdnesses. A day goes by like an afternoon.
I used to binge on ghost stories, but most of the people submitting their experiences are in the first stages of schizophrenia, or are having night terrors, or are sixteen and under. I like the stories that have been passed down through families, though. They're always offbeat. Most, though, consist of 'At night I'd be lying in my bed and hear footsteps/here's a description of the way our rooms are laid out (lengthy description which always contains bathroom.) YAWN.
Honestly, don't submit your ghost story to a site unless you're dealing with bleeding walls, finding human remains in the basement, flamboyant possession episodes, unexplainable fires and full-body materializations. Nobody wants to hear about footsteps or how your bathroom is laid out. Seriously.
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We are having ho'made lasagna for Christmas dinner, and I'm the ho making it 100% from scratch! What are you guys planning?
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