Phlegmatic Humor

Well, I've got bronchitis and the antibiotics are helping, but I'm coughing up yucky stuff from my chest. It just burns and hurts slightly less.

Got the Buzz blankie and doll dropped off on the way back from the doctor's yesterday. Last night, I was falling asleep at the computer because every time I laid down, my chest got bad and I could barely breathe, so I sat up until 2am coughing and playing Runescape because chopping wood on there is easy and requires little attention and I could hold my head up while I did it.

I slept til 11am, got up and made burgers for me and the boy. The boy goes back to school tomorrow unless he wakes up ickier. I think that's darned near impossible, but the pediatrician and I are talking, so we'll see.

My husband is a lazy hog. I went out to the kitchen and thought I would burst into tears. It looked like the Clean House fairy called her sister, the Filthy House fairy,and paid her a whole butt-ton of money to fuck up my kitchen. I put away the clean dishes from the dishwasher and loaded it with dirty ones. I tossed away some trash. Then I felt bone tired.

So I went back to bed where I couldn't get warm. I can't find my thryoid, which I think would help, but I'm feeling too braindead tired to give a darn.

I'm going to bed.