Ooh ooh, pick me pick me!

*is picked*

Carp.

So yeah, I don’t know why it is, but I know what it is, and it is annoying. I’ve got the fantastic “slight” pressure behind my face (”slight” can range anywhere from “I’m so totally not sick. The doctor needs to get his head checked out.” to “I would gladly smash my face into a brick wall, several times if need be, to relieve even the tiniest bit of the explosion I used to kindly refer to as my head.”), the raging lymph node that makes swallowing quite the co-wince-idence (Or the wince incident.),  and the general achy-ish breaky-ish soreness-ish that comes with antibiotic treatment.

Most of this was confined to Friday, thankfully. I certainly feel like less of a space cadet today. (Though I have to admit, life in the outer rim has its moments.)

So this weekend is dedicated to R&R&R&V: Rest, Recuperation, Recovery, Video games. With plenty of Blue Powerade to make me think of Jess and Italy. Or Jess in Italy. Or Jess. Basically…

Low-key’s the name of the game, in other words. Can’t be spreadin’ my sickly sinuses all over the place.

Oh carp, I need to go wrap the presents I got for my bro and sis. I spotted the perfect gift the other day, and have it stashed in my closet all secret Santa-like. Hopefully Veem and Rinse enjoy them as much I enjoyed buying them.

FOR FUTURE REFERENCE:

William = Vigamos = Vig = Veem

Lindsey = Linz = Rinsey = Rinse = Rintz = Lindsey Chiquita-Bonita-Boom-Chicka-Boom-Chicka-Boom

Aight, I’m out for now.

May your sinuses be ever unbloodied.

Charles