why why why??
Dec. 1st, 2001 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearWhy am I sick again? this is like the fourth time in 2 months, though I must say, they never seem to get full blown. Pardon me while I go knock on wood.
I'm back.
I'm sure I'm annoying Melanie greatly, since I get rather testy when sick and don't like to be touched. I remember even as a kid yelling and pushing my father away when he'd come into the bathroom and try to console me while bent over the toilet puking. That's the last situation where I want his hug...or anyone else's to be perfectly honest. When I"m sick, I prefer to stretch out and not be touched. Partly because sickness usually means all my nerves are tuned to "extra-sensitive", so most things feel uncomfortably ticklish and just generally unbearable. Who knew I can be such the prickly fellow.
But I'm going to sleep soon, and tomorrow I will probably lay low and rest up. I got a good bit of cleaning done this morning, so I don't feel as compelled to do housework tomorrow. I'm such a good houseboy. Between my mopping and cooking, I hope I get appreciated by my hot lesbian sex goddess of a girlfriend. Because I don't want to be fired for calling in sick to my boyfriend duties.
Tonight I recorded "Year Without Santa Claus" (I love the Heat Miser and Snow Miser songs!) and "Life and Adventures of Santa Claus" off of ABC Family Network, formerly the Fox Family Network. Hmm. Maybe it happened the same time The Nashville Network became The National Network. Why do I know/notice these things? It's certainly not intentional. But why can't I consciously use my sponge memory for more useful items of information, or at least more lucrative possibilities?
Bedtime for Raybear.
I'm back.
I'm sure I'm annoying Melanie greatly, since I get rather testy when sick and don't like to be touched. I remember even as a kid yelling and pushing my father away when he'd come into the bathroom and try to console me while bent over the toilet puking. That's the last situation where I want his hug...or anyone else's to be perfectly honest. When I"m sick, I prefer to stretch out and not be touched. Partly because sickness usually means all my nerves are tuned to "extra-sensitive", so most things feel uncomfortably ticklish and just generally unbearable. Who knew I can be such the prickly fellow.
But I'm going to sleep soon, and tomorrow I will probably lay low and rest up. I got a good bit of cleaning done this morning, so I don't feel as compelled to do housework tomorrow. I'm such a good houseboy. Between my mopping and cooking, I hope I get appreciated by my hot lesbian sex goddess of a girlfriend. Because I don't want to be fired for calling in sick to my boyfriend duties.
Tonight I recorded "Year Without Santa Claus" (I love the Heat Miser and Snow Miser songs!) and "Life and Adventures of Santa Claus" off of ABC Family Network, formerly the Fox Family Network. Hmm. Maybe it happened the same time The Nashville Network became The National Network. Why do I know/notice these things? It's certainly not intentional. But why can't I consciously use my sponge memory for more useful items of information, or at least more lucrative possibilities?
Bedtime for Raybear.
