The Silly Saga of Sickenstein.
On Monday I had a pretty light scratch in my throat, nothing serious, I just assumed it was from smoking over the weekend, but by Wednesday morning it turned into a disconcertingly sharp ache, and swallowing swallowing in any capacity (spit, water, Ibuprofen etc...) was a jab in the back of my mouth.
By Thursday morning I decided not to go to work, enshrouded myself in blankets, hot tea, video games, toys I got on Tuesday and just generally fucked around all day in a lovely haze of sabbatical goodness.
Of course, sore throats don't really warrant taking a day off from working as a custodian, so I had to go to work on Friday. The day started off somewhat poorly. I was working with Rod. Rod is an old guy, a retired Janitor who comes in when Brian (the Custodian who I work with regularly) is out. Rod's a nice guy. He doesn't mean any harm, but I had this weird paranoia that he was deliberately being a dick to me until I had to spend an hour and a half outside picking up garbage with nothing but my hoodie to keep me warm.
Understand that weather around here was quite lovely until the 21st. The temperature took a sharp, sharp fucking drop and I wandered around with nothing but a t-shirt and jeans because I'm an immense dumbfuck.
So I get back inside from the awful horrible cold, still sick as a dog, and I just kind of let any aggravation with Rod fly out the window. After that I kept feeling worse and worse, but kept working, and the afternoon zipped by pretty fast, and I even felt good enough to spend the night at my friend Jordan's house. We played Just Cause 2 for 4 hours without realizing it.
Anyway, sore throat is gone, but now I'm hacking and coughing and my nose is a runny fuckface. I've spent the day cleaning shit up for Easter (my Mom volunteered to host it, but holy fuck is our house a mess.)
So uh yeah. I'm feeling really tired, and I'm not really sure why I made this blog at all, but whatevs.
I'm in the process of writing more of This Story Has a Robot, if anyone's interested.
