Also, I can’t quite see the floor, partly because of the stuff that’s just everywhere, and partly because all the lights are out.
Why are all the lights out? For the same reason my laptop is dimmed even more than usual, and the TV is off.
Horrible Trick or Treaters who don’t understand the difference between porchlight and NO porchlight.
They kept ringing my doorbell like I owed them something. Horrible.
Maybe I should’ve answered the door and sneezed on them, or something. “There’s your treat. It’s Ebola, now go away. No seconds. Stop being greedy.”
Yeah. I said Ebola. And sneeze. I’m sick, I think. Also, I’m so very original.
It’s probably not Ebola, as I am able to shuffle around and I’m not bleeding all over the place. It’s not SARS or West Nile or any other overblown pandemic terror. It’s not even bad enough to be called Captain Tripps yet, unless you count the fact that Gremlin has it too.
He’s probably why I have it. You see, I make a very severe effort to never ever ever leave the house, because that’s just who I am, right? And he’s being all social, going to these things in college towns that happen to be related to RHPS, just because. And what do you get when you cross those two things? Some horrible disease that you can bring home to the person who avoids the outside world.
So, I’m sneezing. I sneezed all over my DS today — that sucked. I was fishing at the time, too. Stupid random sneezes catching me offguard.
At least that awful nausea has left me for a little while, and my throat is less sore, so I can get back to doing what I do.
Today, that happens to be trying to revive the Myspace category into something way more me. I’m going through profiles in order [based on friend ID] so I can make fun of the really bad ones. Because, you see, that’s what I do. I make fun of things. I never leave the house, sit around in pink flannel PJs with skulls on them, and I make fun of people to make myself feel better.
And boy, do I need a dose of feeling better right now!
Hey, House is back, and I have a new channel — FearNET! Now all I need is some more filling for my beanbag chair, and life will be oh-so-good.
Please, mock me now, for I crave the attention!