I’m pretty sure I read somewhere about one of Murphy’s Laws being something along the lines of: on your extended holiday weekend, you’ll spend the last day of it sick. I started feeling a little ill last night, sore throat, headache and grogginess mainly. I woke up this morning with my throat feeling like I had just swallowed a cup of shag carpeting and broken glass bits.
Sounds yummy, doesn’t it? Sounds like a job for Green Death! ugh…
So today I’m hoarse and feeling pretty much like death warmed over. Jess and I are sitting here watching Dirty Jobs. I think I’m gonna go lie down in a bit, I feel absolutely horrid.
If anyone sees that Murphy guy, let me know — I’m so gonna kick his ass.