Loser's Lurgy: Day Two

I am currently high as a kite on Dayquil. Everything has taken on a surreal quality, and I find myself blinking at the text of my Word document in moonstricken fascination. Roomie has made me soup and brought me a bottle of orange juice, and I am sipping both in an attempt to beat back the relentless, Snotian hordes that have infested my nasal passages and made my ears throb with pressure. As soon as I post this entry, I'm going offline so that he can treat himself to a pizza.

Yesterday, the weather threw us a curveball. The rain was supposed to abate by 6pm, but it didn't. In fact, it got worse. Once again, the overpaid weather pundits got it catastrophically wrong. I got on the bus just in time for the deluge to start and was treated to the sight of lightning striking the highway in front of us. Not to mention the dime-sized hail. Roomie and I had to run through the sheeting rain and thunderclaps to get home, and I wound up cowering underneath three blankets to get warm again.

I only managed 300 words last night before my get-up-and-go got up and went, and so I'm doing my best to make up ground today. Lord knows if it will make any sense in the morning, but it feels good to be splashing in the mud and getting it between my splayed, purple toes, so I'm going to do it for as long as I can before the Dayquil stupor overwhelms me completely.