I'm bedridden-sick today. It's not the flu, just a little cold, and as such admittedly I'm being a giant pussy but that's my perogative since I'm so goddamn manly the rest of the time (*takes giant bite of tree trunk*). Seriously, I feel like two-day-old ball sweat. To clarify, I don't HAVE two-day-old ball sweat (but will by tomorrow), I FEEL AS THOUGH I AM two-day-old ball sweat. If you WERE two-day-old ball sweat, you would feel the same as I do. That's all I'm saying.
So I'm not getting out of bed today. If anyone would like to go pick up my dogs for me and bring them to me so I can snuggle with them and maybe also you could rub my head and make me some soup or tea, that would be fine, thankyouverymuch. I'll be here, tucked into bed, watching movies on my laptop. First up: Rob Zombie's Halloween (Director's Cut). Next on deck is Children of Men because I've seen that before and know it's good so if Halloween sucks my ball sweat at least I can follow it up with a home run.
God I'm one sexy animal when I'm sick.
Update: Halloween was suprisingly good, I'm impressed. I've been craving a ham sandwich for the past 2 hours, gonna go run and get one.
Update: Children of Men is a great friggin' movie. "Bazooka? I was just getting used to Froley..."
