Currently operating at: 40-45%
I think everything broke last night. I still have a mild fever (99.x), but all my symptoms are in my chest, which probably means I have pneumonia. Todays plans include standing in the hottest shower ever created for about 2 hours, and taking some hardcore Tussin expectorant. The Final Countdown, if you will.
This has nothing to do with anything, but I'm watching some crap on National Geographic HD (best channel ever btw) about people who have their dead pets stuffed, and it's creepy as shit.
Weekend plans include not relapsing, possibly playing video games, and cleaning/burning the house to remove all traces of viral death.
It costs ~$2,500 to stuff a dog.
There's nothing more entertaining than watching the dog watch TV.
Um... Oh. Yah, lung cheese day. Thatisall.
Counter Thingy that Counts Crap
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Fever Pitch
Day 28921.
At least that what it feels like. I haven't showered/shaved since Monday, it's kinda liberating (and smelly).
My days are filled with bundling up constantly to stave off shakes, then kicking off all blankets once I start sweating. Rinse, repeat.
Yesterday I woke up with a temperature, but it broke by noon. Same today, except it's been holding steady around 100.3-100.9 all day, except around noon when everything seemed cool. Symptoms are starting to fade away a little bit (I can kinda talk now, my nose isn't running like a Kenyan anymore), I just mostly feel like I've been hit by a truck, in my sinuses.
Puffs with lotion are my savior, as well as the following:
Toast with honey
Tea with lemon/honey
Pudding Pops (just ventured into my first one today, it was like nothing I've ever had before)
Assorted condensed soups, which I'm tiring of.
Grilled cheese
NyQuil (green death)
Ellen has moved to the sleeping on the couch to keep from catching whatever death I have, since she's travelling to Loder tomorrow.
My hopes of health in time for long weekend debauchery are fading. I have to help Lown load a washing machine tomorrow, and help some dude load my pingpong table into the truck ($10 loss over my purchase price, what?)
Streaming 12 Oz Mouse on the PS3 (one thing it excels at compared to the XBox). I'm not sure if it's helping, or hurting my psyche. I think if nothing else, if I start going crazy from the fever, I won't notice. So that's good, right?
I'm refusing to break down and call the doc back, which in my head is the absolute right thing to do at this point. I love being machismo.
At least that what it feels like. I haven't showered/shaved since Monday, it's kinda liberating (and smelly).
My days are filled with bundling up constantly to stave off shakes, then kicking off all blankets once I start sweating. Rinse, repeat.
Yesterday I woke up with a temperature, but it broke by noon. Same today, except it's been holding steady around 100.3-100.9 all day, except around noon when everything seemed cool. Symptoms are starting to fade away a little bit (I can kinda talk now, my nose isn't running like a Kenyan anymore), I just mostly feel like I've been hit by a truck, in my sinuses.
Puffs with lotion are my savior, as well as the following:
Toast with honey
Tea with lemon/honey
Pudding Pops (just ventured into my first one today, it was like nothing I've ever had before)
Assorted condensed soups, which I'm tiring of.
Grilled cheese
NyQuil (green death)
Ellen has moved to the sleeping on the couch to keep from catching whatever death I have, since she's travelling to Loder tomorrow.
My hopes of health in time for long weekend debauchery are fading. I have to help Lown load a washing machine tomorrow, and help some dude load my pingpong table into the truck ($10 loss over my purchase price, what?)
Streaming 12 Oz Mouse on the PS3 (one thing it excels at compared to the XBox). I'm not sure if it's helping, or hurting my psyche. I think if nothing else, if I start going crazy from the fever, I won't notice. So that's good, right?
I'm refusing to break down and call the doc back, which in my head is the absolute right thing to do at this point. I love being machismo.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I am Jack's death of crap and lungs
Currently operating at -20%
Monday I couldn't talk
Tuesday I sucked it up and went to the doctor for the first time in 3 years. Was given antibiotics and told to suck it up, Sally.
Today: Woke up with a 101.1 fever, hacked up crap until I was in tears. Going through the whole chill/sweat/chill thing, which is awesome. Haven't had a fever in like... I don't even know when.
This fucking sucks.
Monday I couldn't talk
Tuesday I sucked it up and went to the doctor for the first time in 3 years. Was given antibiotics and told to suck it up, Sally.
Today: Woke up with a 101.1 fever, hacked up crap until I was in tears. Going through the whole chill/sweat/chill thing, which is awesome. Haven't had a fever in like... I don't even know when.
This fucking sucks.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Shawty got low low low low prices on sofas and ottomans
Friday - Met up with Lowns and Davies for goodness in the form of food (Schiappa's, home of the future attempt of Eric and I to eat a 36" pizza). Then after facing failure of seating at Hurricane's, and failure of open at Lil' Peeps, resigned ourselves to formerly-unexplored McDills, where much fun was had people watching and playing pool and butchering Rick James and drinking too much. Dropped off the Davies at like 1, then Ellen and I went back up to Friday's, because we're idiots like that. Got home about 3:30.
Saturday - Woke up at 9, entirely too hungover, to go sit in the DMV lobby. My attempts at obtaining Illinois-specific identification failed (damn you baby feet birth certificate that they used to take, but don't anymore). Ellen was successful, though, so it wasn't all for nothing. Went to BW3 afterwards for the Spicy Garlic Bloody Mary lovin, that is the elixr of life. So good. Oh, and wings and shit. Went to Best Buy for a PS3 controller, then home to regroup, then to Schnucks and Shop n' Save for Hummingbird accoutrements for the evening, and other miscellane. Back home, attempted to nap, was awaken by neighbor. Worked on neighbor's brakes for a bit, actually took a nap afterward. Ellen woke me up with Taco Bell, which was great. Ate, Davies came back over, we perfected our hummingbird recipe (the secret is milk, for smoothie-like texture), drank more, hung out. Went to bed around midnight after having formal debates on jacuzzi action (the floor lost).
Sunday -Slept till noon. Woke up sick. Spent the day inside in PJs watching movies. Ate chinese. Wasn't as good as it was last time we had chinese, which was in Chinatown. Talked to Nate. Played Pain on PS3, ellen is good at slingshotting guys. Thatisall.
Today I am en route to full failure this week via sickness. My voice, what is left of it anyway, sounds completely badass. I should record a CD.
Congrats to the Lammles for their successful reproduction!
Saturday - Woke up at 9, entirely too hungover, to go sit in the DMV lobby. My attempts at obtaining Illinois-specific identification failed (damn you baby feet birth certificate that they used to take, but don't anymore). Ellen was successful, though, so it wasn't all for nothing. Went to BW3 afterwards for the Spicy Garlic Bloody Mary lovin, that is the elixr of life. So good. Oh, and wings and shit. Went to Best Buy for a PS3 controller, then home to regroup, then to Schnucks and Shop n' Save for Hummingbird accoutrements for the evening, and other miscellane. Back home, attempted to nap, was awaken by neighbor. Worked on neighbor's brakes for a bit, actually took a nap afterward. Ellen woke me up with Taco Bell, which was great. Ate, Davies came back over, we perfected our hummingbird recipe (the secret is milk, for smoothie-like texture), drank more, hung out. Went to bed around midnight after having formal debates on jacuzzi action (the floor lost).
Sunday -Slept till noon. Woke up sick. Spent the day inside in PJs watching movies. Ate chinese. Wasn't as good as it was last time we had chinese, which was in Chinatown. Talked to Nate. Played Pain on PS3, ellen is good at slingshotting guys. Thatisall.
Today I am en route to full failure this week via sickness. My voice, what is left of it anyway, sounds completely badass. I should record a CD.
Congrats to the Lammles for their successful reproduction!
I'm putting a lot of faith in the USPS
I'm dumb. My license expires next wednesday, the 23rd. I am mailing a request for a certified birth certificate in today (1/14). The Clerk's office claims it should only take 1-2 days for them to turn around the request and mail out the certificate(s). In a perfect world, my request will get there by Wednesday, and they mail out the certs by Friday, and I get them Tuesday.
In a perfect world.
I forsee having to take time off and make a trip to Paxton in my immediate future.
In a perfect world.
I forsee having to take time off and make a trip to Paxton in my immediate future.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
day of recovery/football goodness
In cali still. Ellen & Erin are upstairs watching High School Musical 2 or some such shit, Chet and I are downstairs rehydrating and watching bowl games (fucking Illini). Thusfar:
Friday: Woke up at like 3a, went to airport, caught flights and connection in MN with little drama. Landed in Sacramende's 70s airport early. Fritz's picked us up, hit BJs for Jeremiah Red (awesome brew) and food, then hung out for a bit, don't remember what else, then drank heavily until 1a or so. So drunk.
Saturday: Woke up at some point. Hung out... Went to Walnut Creek for pointless window shopping and meandering, food, UFC fight and Pats Game. Drank more of course.
Sunday: Woke up, took a cool-ass ferry trip (with beer, natch) across san pedro bay and SF bay into the city. Meandered SF for a while. Hit Chinatown, had awesome Chinese food (duh), did a lot of poking around the shops. Women got some bracelets, Chet a wok, me, some fucked up candy for thingjkeats.com. Found all the strip clubs in SF. Walked down to Fisherman's Wharf, chilled, had a drink, putzed around down there for a while, just did a lot of touristy sight-seeing type stuff. Caught ferry back at like 7 or something. Went to kick-ass resturaunt called the Dead Fish where much crab was consumed and more beer, of course. Came back home, drank.
Monday: Drove into SF this time, took ferry out to Alcatraz for a tour, flippin' neat. Went back to Vallejo area, got provisions for NYE party at Fritz's. Got back, setup, made food, people showed. Foosball played, much drinks drank, beerpong played. Wound up in bed around 4 or so, one of chet's severely drunked co-workers appparently got turned around and got into bed with me at like 5. Ellen was asleep out on the couch, so I was woken up all kinds of confused. Managed to get drunk chick back to proper bed, then slept till the wee hours of the afternoon.
Today: Woke up, ate leftover chili and shit. Hydrated. Watched football. Probably go to bed shortly. :)
Tomorrow is apparently Napa valley wineries, then who knows what wednesday. Flight back at noon on Thursday, get back into town at 10:30pm or so, then drive home, wake up, and go to work Friday and stab everyone. I hate being out of vacation time.
Bay area is really cool shitloads of pics upon return.
Happy new year everyone!
Friday: Woke up at like 3a, went to airport, caught flights and connection in MN with little drama. Landed in Sacramende's 70s airport early. Fritz's picked us up, hit BJs for Jeremiah Red (awesome brew) and food, then hung out for a bit, don't remember what else, then drank heavily until 1a or so. So drunk.
Saturday: Woke up at some point. Hung out... Went to Walnut Creek for pointless window shopping and meandering, food, UFC fight and Pats Game. Drank more of course.
Sunday: Woke up, took a cool-ass ferry trip (with beer, natch) across san pedro bay and SF bay into the city. Meandered SF for a while. Hit Chinatown, had awesome Chinese food (duh), did a lot of poking around the shops. Women got some bracelets, Chet a wok, me, some fucked up candy for thingjkeats.com. Found all the strip clubs in SF. Walked down to Fisherman's Wharf, chilled, had a drink, putzed around down there for a while, just did a lot of touristy sight-seeing type stuff. Caught ferry back at like 7 or something. Went to kick-ass resturaunt called the Dead Fish where much crab was consumed and more beer, of course. Came back home, drank.
Monday: Drove into SF this time, took ferry out to Alcatraz for a tour, flippin' neat. Went back to Vallejo area, got provisions for NYE party at Fritz's. Got back, setup, made food, people showed. Foosball played, much drinks drank, beerpong played. Wound up in bed around 4 or so, one of chet's severely drunked co-workers appparently got turned around and got into bed with me at like 5. Ellen was asleep out on the couch, so I was woken up all kinds of confused. Managed to get drunk chick back to proper bed, then slept till the wee hours of the afternoon.
Today: Woke up, ate leftover chili and shit. Hydrated. Watched football. Probably go to bed shortly. :)
Tomorrow is apparently Napa valley wineries, then who knows what wednesday. Flight back at noon on Thursday, get back into town at 10:30pm or so, then drive home, wake up, and go to work Friday and stab everyone. I hate being out of vacation time.
Bay area is really cool shitloads of pics upon return.
Happy new year everyone!
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