smeg.blog

 i got sick this weekend.  i can't say i enjoyed it; however, it gave me the greatest excuse to do nothing but watch all the star wars specials on this weekend (star wars 30th anniversary)!  i wish it would go away now, but as luck would have it, i'll be feeling like crap a little longer.  i think i could stand the stuffy nose, coughing, plugged ears, and sore throat a little longer... but the waking up in the middle of the night, sweating my ass off and wanting to puke... that can go.  

my voice does sound pretty sexy when i'm sick.

maybe that's just my perception, and to the outside world i may sound rather manly.  of course, these things always occur in the same order:

1. allergy attack (my nerd is showing)

2. sick with 3-4 weeks post sick cough attack/snot fest

4. fleas/bed bugs

i swear, i can't escape this trifecta of doom.  i am snot rocketing everywhere; i feel like an asshole in movie theatres, and i look like i have chicken pox.  not to mention the fact that when you get fleas/bed bugs, you become instantly paranoid.  every slight itch becomes a freak out of epic proportions.  it starts with a public seizure of scratching, slapping, and doing the "i just walked into a spiderweb" dance; followed by a 15 min. search for the flea you 'know' is still on the loose, waiting to strike again.  and for the next 20mins you feel the suspect (fictional or not) everywhere.  itches that would otherwise be non-existant are suddenly very apparent, not to mentioned they move, as though your mind is creating ways of proving your hypothesis of it being a live bug to be fact.  this paranoia will stick for weeks, and requires mass amounts of bathing, washing clothes/bedding/towels/etc..., and fine tooth combing any place you sit or sleep before becoming as comfortable as the crisis will allow.  

on a plus, mc chris is doing a mini nw tour.  pdx, seattle, eugene (with a transformers premiere included!).  i'm working on getting the ok to film the pdx show... fingers crossed.  we better cross dicks too.