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So. Still sick. Bleagh. Not quite so much with the bone-achy, still quite much with the snot-loggy, entirely too much with the head-whirly, which may simply be a by-product of the rediscovery that NyQuil's some damn good juju. I did go to work, which I promptly regretted, but I survived, more or less intact.
Birthday celebrations, it should go without saying, were somewhat muted, and marked by much sitting and/or lying around, with a large dollop of cold-medicine-induced coma. As stated in previous dispatch, we did venture out late in the afternoon (largely because if I'd spent my entire birthday staring at this apartment, I'd start making Molotov cocktails), but we returned relatively quickly from our Grand Excursion (that would be to the mall).
The bright side: My present from Anna. I'd mentioned that we had gotten hopelessly addicted to Munchkin over New Years Eve, and that was the gift in question. *makes with the happydance, big time* But we haven't even opened it yet, because we decided to start with the other game-gift-purchase of the day, Chez Geek. Ye gods, I've lived this, people. It's making me all nostalgic for the time when I was dirt-broke and single in the duplex-infested no-man's-land of Oneonta. We've been playing it in the middle of the carpet while blasting Beck and Weezer, and the word "dude" has surreptitiously slipped into my vocabulary. Someone needs to kill me. (Oh, and I won a game. One. Finally.)
Birthday celebrations, it should go without saying, were somewhat muted, and marked by much sitting and/or lying around, with a large dollop of cold-medicine-induced coma. As stated in previous dispatch, we did venture out late in the afternoon (largely because if I'd spent my entire birthday staring at this apartment, I'd start making Molotov cocktails), but we returned relatively quickly from our Grand Excursion (that would be to the mall).
The bright side: My present from Anna. I'd mentioned that we had gotten hopelessly addicted to Munchkin over New Years Eve, and that was the gift in question. *makes with the happydance, big time* But we haven't even opened it yet, because we decided to start with the other game-gift-purchase of the day, Chez Geek. Ye gods, I've lived this, people. It's making me all nostalgic for the time when I was dirt-broke and single in the duplex-infested no-man's-land of Oneonta. We've been playing it in the middle of the carpet while blasting Beck and Weezer, and the word "dude" has surreptitiously slipped into my vocabulary. Someone needs to kill me. (Oh, and I won a game. One. Finally.)
