Lots of people have been liveblogging things like Awards Shows or TV, so tonight I decided to live blog a moment in my life.
10:52PM
The foster cat snores. And when he's not snoring, he's making strange meows or snorting, or licking himself. Poor guy, never got to copulate before getting his balls chopped off. Wonder if he knows what he's missing? duh, of course not.
10:54PM
How will I sweat out this cold? The acupuncturist gave me this tea to help me sweat out this cold. Specific instructions too. Take at night, after dinner, and after going out for the night, because the tea will make me more susceptible to getting sick. He said it will open me up. What does he mean by open me up>
10:54:58PM
This tea doesn't taste bad, but there's too much to go in one cup. I'm sitting here in a hat, three blankets, two sweaters and still I'm not sweating. I'm supposed to sweat this cold out. I may have to put on the contents of my closet to sweat tonight. After I'm finished I'm supposed to drink soup, but I'm not really hungry. I guess right now I should focus on the sweat. Truth is, I'm focusing on the blog.
10:58PM
Done typing. But can't be done. Haven't even started thinking for the night. Well, I have, I mean I've been thinking all day but for reasons I can't get into, and for other reasons I can't get into without getting into those reasons, I can't say more. That makes it hard to say anything. Say Anything. I loved that movie. What ever happened to Ione Skye?
10:59PM
The tea is making my nose stuffed again. Not that it hasn't been stuffed all week - it has been- but now it feels more stuffed again. Good thing is I've learned to sleep on my back. That's something I've always wanted to do more of. I've heard it's bad to sleep on one's stomach, and right now it's definitely hard to breathe that way.
11:07PM
Decided to put my large, long, puffy green jacket over the rest of my ensemble. Hoping this helps induce sweat. The cat's looking at me funny. I think he thinks I'm leaving. He doesn't like it when nobody's home. At least that's what I like to think.
11:09PM
I feel like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Time to surf the web because I have ADD. I've found a new site.
The host of Press Your Luck died this week. In a small plane crash. Guess he finally hit that whammy.
11:14PM
I should probably finish this tea. It's not so hot anymore. I'm not sweating and I don't want soup, but I promised the acupunturist that I'd have soup when I finish drinking. Must finish drinking.
11:15PM
I love that the cat can sleep through anything. Even a dog barking outside.
11:16PM
Went back to Dead or Alive. I just can't get enough.
She's dead.
He's dead.
And so is she. This is depressing. I think it's time to read, or sweat, whichever comes first.