I almost passed out getting ready for work this morning. I'd been doing ok this weekend, but I was also spending about half of each day laying about like a bum. But actually getting up and trying to get ready for work? Harsh.
So, I went to the doctor. The plague? Now has a name. Sinus infection, you suck. I hate you. And I hate the antibiotic that's making me feel better already but that makes my mouth taste like I just cleaned a toilet with my tongue.
So, yeah, I am an awesome sick person. Everybody wants to be around me.
However, in between my bouts of sleeping this weekend, I managed to fit in three very important things:
1. I bought a pair of cowboy boots. I know! But they are beautiful. I went with a friend to pick something up from the western store in town and got suckered in. And, it was the first and only store I've ever been in where the owners sell clothes and smoke in the store. Yee-haw.
2. I watched Rock of Love Bus. Ok, all the brunette girls who seemed so normal compared with the blonde strippers? Are batshit crazy. The one normal girl got kicked off this week, so Bret is left with the choice of Whiny-and-Emotionally-High-Maintenance Mindy or Have-I-Mentioned-I'm-Penthouse-Pet-of-the-Year Taya (Whose Real Name is Laurie).
Jeeeeezus, Bret. Just call me, ok? We will find you a nice girl. A nice, sane girl who hasn't flashed her goods for the entire universe to see.
3. I went on a date. With a guy from The Interwebnets. And it was great! We talked and talked and laughed and laughed and laughed. And he said he "really was" going to call me - which was weird, because it never occurred to me that he wouldn't call, because this was a great date. And I am naive like that.
That was Saturday. And now it's Monday, and I'm starting to be all, "When's he gonna call?" I've turned into That Woman. Just like in the movies. Except with a messier house. And a sinus infection that makes me sounds like I've smoked for 50 years. Because I'm attractive like that.