Cleanin' out the cobwebs and sprinkles.

I’m sitting here and pondering, pondering while I sit here, what to write, what to write. Besides my ass going numb nothing much comes to mind considering it’s been a pretty non descript day. It started out interesting, as I sat at the red light, threw up into my lunch bag and drove myself home. Since then I’ve done such stimulating things as sleep and play Bubble Popp on Facebook.

I miss my husband, whine, sniffle, whine. When I’m sick he takes care of me but he’s working nights all this week, leaving me to be the sole responsible adult at home, which seriously sucks by the way. When I ask Finnegan to go ask his daddy he just smiles at me patiently.

Good thing the kid is cute.

I think my tongue is starting to hurt less, but I can’t tell between the Gravol, the pain meds and the vomiting. Sigh, not much funny to say tonight, I’m still “clean living” although eating nothing doesn’t technically count. I wonder, if I eat a doughnut and then throw it up, does that count?

I’d try it but the sprinkles coming out of my nose would be a bitch.

Now I have to go climb into bed before I pass out and drool on my keyboard and my laptop finally bites the big one (it’s hanging on by a thread). Then I’d have to fight the masses for the desktop computer.

Snooooozzzeee.