I deeply regret that statement.
I've been miserable the entire week, and the usual routine of dayquil/nyquil has done nothing but make me feel loopy during the day and give me bizarre dreams at night. I've felt horrendous since Monday, and I'm super paranoid this will get worse and I'll get pneumonia.
I've only had pneumonia once, back when I was in 6th grade, and it totally sidelined my acting career. I was all set to play the coveted role of "hands reaching out from the wall" in the Barter Theater's Haunted Playhouse, but then I had to miss out because of my silly immune system. My mom relented and let me participate in the final night of the Playhouse, but it was too late--I had already missed all of the talent scouts and would never act again. No worries though, a quick trip to the Mcdonald's drive-thru for an M&M McFlurry fixed everything (don't judge me, they were the newest item on the menu and I had no idea you could get one with oreos).
|Years later, I would translate that into the role of an invalid in our high school's one act play. Still waiting on that call from Hollywood.|
- Some well-meaning soul (but remember, the road to hell is paved with good intentions) was playing tennis today and decided to throw an extra ball to Millie. I had to drag her home, because all she wanted to do was lay in the leaves and play with her brand new ball. She hasn't put it down since, and she created a new game called "throw the ball in the bubble bath." She's now pissed at me because I locked it up in the closet so I could get her to settle down for the night.
|Staring at the door and crying will not make it open, Mills|
|Pack your swimsuits, ladies, we're headin' back after hours!|
|I will, however, say yes to cake. Anytime. Anywhere.|
That's all I've got for you dear readers, before the Nyquil takes me to Bizarro World.
Happy Friday friends; I'll leave you with an old favorite to take you into the weekend: