Eh? Wowww...can I blame it on sleep deprivation? It's amazing the number of stupid things I've been doing lately. :) As for the stork, he showed up with this cute little kid and I couldn't turn him down.
Fever dreams are cool, I agree. Also fun is the fan-favorite Nyquil Buzz. Like "ooh, look at the ceiling move! Interesting."
Dude, I never mock my immune system, 'cause I already know my body is a spiteful, evil biznatch. Of course maybe that's why it's so mad at me, for calling it names. Hmm. Perhaps we should go to couples counseling or something? I can see it now: Me on one side of the couch, my body on the other (don't worry about the logic, just go with it!), and it's like "you never take me for walks anymore!" Perhaps not.
If you squint, that smaller dog almost looks like a deformed cat. So... are you going to reconsider the 10? I want a 10! Not to sound greedy, though. I can live with a 9. Maybe if I squint, it will look like a 10. A deformed 10.
Wait, what the hell? Your cat yodels? Are you sure Imp isn't the real miracle cat in the Shrew household? And could you send me an MP3 of this yodeling? Not that I don't believe it, but I sorta think you're lying.
So, have you thought any more about the possibility that you might have ghosts?
Even though I mulled it over ALL weekend, and have determined that you are officially NOT SICK, I decided to give you one last comment graphic.
It took me a while to determine which comment graphic to use for the grand finale. First I narrowed it down to fifteen of the strongest candidate. This process involved a complicated, weighted point system that takes into account what I like to call, "The Three C's."
Creativity, Cuteness, and Critters.
Using this system, I've determined the following to be the best comment graphic. Perhaps in the world. It also has a bonus C: 'Curse Words.' Enjoy.
You ever have one of those days where you just feel like throwing up and crawling into the fetal position but it has nothing to do with physical illness? Tonight is a fetal position night. :/ Boooo. But anyway, how are you?
Okay, now that I got that out of my system...I'm sorry you're still feeling tough! Hopefully soon you will be back to your old self, waking up early and doing your exercises:
I noticed that you didn't have this warning on your profile. I'm not sure, but I think that's a violation of MPAA guidelines. But I won't report you... THIS time.
Dude, I HATE the flu. Throwing up reduces me to a blubbery mess on the floor, whimpering for my Mommy. It ain't pretty.
Luckily so far I haven't gotten sick in a real dramatic way this flu-season. I'm hoping the flu shot paid off. Except I probably just jinxed it by saying that, and now watch as I wake up tomorrow with the bubonic plague or something. (Nothing says "Good Morning!" like a raging case of boils in funny places!)
Anyway, I hope you feel better! Think of it this way: right now you're like your own walking form of germ warfare. Just find all the people you hate, and start breathing really hard on them. (evil? Me? Nah)
