How dull can life get in WinterHellTown?
Wednesday, 3pm: Leave work early cuz of splitting headache, stagger home. Take more painkillers, lay on couch, watch Oprah, doze off. Drool on cushion.
5pm: Wake up to Dr. Phil and screaming guests, wonder where the hell I am. Headache reminds me. Crap.
5:30pm: Speak to Vegas on phone, reassure him I am not dead.
6pm: Put on snowsuit, drive to grocery store to get food for the kids, go pick them up from the dogsitter's, lug them and 30 lbs of food up 3 flights of stairs. Headache angry at me.
7pm: Feed pork roast to the kids, fuck it's cold outside. Sip on a glass of red wine. Headache plays tricks on me, forces me to binge on gingersnap cookies, cheese, cherries and an orange. How gross. Catch up on blogging community.
9:30pm: Can't keep eyes open, wtf? Admit defeat, go to bed.
1am: Aliens finally leave my brain, fall asleep after hours of delirious twitching, tossing and turning. I dream of nothing.
...really, is this life or am I just a freak? Sigh.