First things first...
Happy Birthday Tyler!
21, he is.
Legal drinking age, dammit.
I slept until about 01:30 then got up, but I'm still feeling kinda urpy. Not nearly as bad as yesterday, though. I even ate some stuff, and I'm thinking about eating a bowl of ice cream. Chocolate marshmallow.
And I need to figger out what I'm going to do about going to work... my schedule is screwed up completely now. I suppose that what I'll do is go back to sleep and see how I feel when I wake up. Right now, my system is completely empty, I need to see how I'll do after eating something substantial.
Yeah, ice cream is not substantial, I know that...
Later... 22:30...
One good thing... I've run out of smokes, and I really don't feel well enough to go get any, and I'm pretty damned sure that Karen won't go... so I put on one of my patchs (which are outdated ...1994? but still seem to work, somewhat.)
Weird... usually, if someone in the family is sick, I ask them if they have a fever. But if I'm the sick one, that's the last thing I think of. Anyway, I finally did, and it was 102F, and knowing that made me feel worse. I think that why I don't think about it is that when my brain gets hot the stupid waves overpower the smart waves. Seems to be pretty consistent that way, anyway, enough to where I will take it for a rule from now on...
That applies to summertime in general, I'm afraid.
I'm putting a bunch more CDs to MP3s to put on Napster... I'll have a page up pretty soon, when I get done ripping them. I've also got a lot of vinyl that I'm figgering out how to do. That's a little slower, though, and a lot less automatic. I gotta think and do manual work.
Time for bed. More tomorrow...
Again, happy birthday, Tyler!
I did decide to call in about noon or so. Still pretty feeble, but not really as sick as I was yesterday but too sick to work. Feeling better as time goes on. Got some sleep, anyway, and I'm able to eat again... in fact, I fixed some beans and weenies, I was ravenous, which usually happens after a bout like this. I'm hope that I'm not too sorry about that... the beans and weenies, I mean.