Best thing/Worst thing

THE WORST THING

Getting a paper cut in your eye. Or, possibly, violence against the innocent. Or being sick. One of those three.

THE BEST THING

Bathtime!

THE BEST THING ABOUT BATHTIME

Bath Crayons!

WHAT I REMEMBER ABOUT NOT BEING SICK AND/OR HOW IT MUST FEEL TO HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO STAND IN THE SHOWER FOR TEN MINUTES

Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows!

Sick and Tired

I (half) remember reading one of Gordon Korman's Bruno and Boots books wherein Boots (or possibily Bruno) explains that the best way to get out of class is to declare that you are siiiiiiiiick. With nine I's. It's not too many to make it seem that you are feigning illness (even though you probably are), and not so few that your authority figure of choice just dismisses you as the poser that you are.

Well, today I am siiiiiiiiick. My head is currently clocking in at 45 psi. Unless I hold it at a 76 degree angle, then I feel just fine. Except for the crick in my neck.

My tastebuds are refusing to acknowledge all but the most basic of flavours: my tea tastes like water; my Coke tastes like 16 tablespoons of sugar dissolved in 355 mL of acid; my wheat thins taste neither wheaty, nor thin (they taste salty and a bit sharp).

I have so many drugs in my system that I could likely walk through a plate-glass window without noticing. My apartment looks like the hideout of a tissue serial killer. My nose runneth over. And I have subjected myself to six steam baths in the last 24 hours. So if you are currently experiencing a water-shortage, it's probably my fault. But I can't help it, I'm siiiiiiiiick.

~g.mango will be fine in the morning