Just the Girls
This weekend I self-imposed a quarantine on my coughing snotty sick self to finally kick this illness, especially since co-workers have en masse started asking me if I’m coming down with bronchitis (”No! I looked it up, you’re only a contender if you have phlegm when you cough but I don’t, it’s a dry cough! I swear!! A DRY COUGH!! I DON’T HAVE BRONCHITIS YOU ASS BUT IF I DID I WOULD HOCK A LOOGIE ON YOU”).
So I didn’t go out Friday night or Saturday night. On the contrary, I only left the apartment complex to take my dogs out. Otherwise I stayed inside at my computer or with a book, drinking copious amounts of orange juice and sleeping as much as my body will take.
