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I'm trying to watch football on Sunday, and can't enjoy the Chargers finally beating a team the way they're capable of doing - because I'm in bed sick.
I call and cancel my Sunday night racquetball game because I still feel like crap by 5 p.m. At least I get to watch the Patriots almost lose their first game of the season. Although, I remember I forgot to put $100 down on that 22 point spread, which I would've won.
A friend calls and tells me he'll give me a pair of tickets to see Van Halen that night. I tell him I'm sick, and he laughs into the phone. He says "It's Van Halen, dude!" It's like I'm in a scene from Fast Times. I tell him I saw David Lee Roth at House of Blues, and it was kind of lame. He says, "Yeah, but this is with Eddie. How can you pass up $175 tickets?"
I turn him down, and try to get some sleep. Which you can never do when you're sick. You turn one way, and your nose gets even more clogged up. You stack up 12 pillows, thinking that will do the trick. You turn pillows over, for that wonderful cool side, hoping it will help your burning face. You run out of tissue by the side of your bed, and debate whether or not to blow your nose into the sheets.
By the time you finally fall asleep at 5:00 a.m. you hear your neighbors car alarm go off as he gets ready for work.
I guess he doesn't remember that he's got an alarm on his car, I dunno.
At that point, instead of debating whether or not to blow my nose into the sheets, I'm debating whether to use my empty Fiji water bottle as a bed pan.
Sorry....too much info???
I'm trying to watch football on Sunday, and can't enjoy the Chargers finally beating a team the way they're capable of doing - because I'm in bed sick.
I call and cancel my Sunday night racquetball game because I still feel like crap by 5 p.m. At least I get to watch the Patriots almost lose their first game of the season. Although, I remember I forgot to put $100 down on that 22 point spread, which I would've won.
A friend calls and tells me he'll give me a pair of tickets to see Van Halen that night. I tell him I'm sick, and he laughs into the phone. He says "It's Van Halen, dude!" It's like I'm in a scene from Fast Times. I tell him I saw David Lee Roth at House of Blues, and it was kind of lame. He says, "Yeah, but this is with Eddie. How can you pass up $175 tickets?"
I turn him down, and try to get some sleep. Which you can never do when you're sick. You turn one way, and your nose gets even more clogged up. You stack up 12 pillows, thinking that will do the trick. You turn pillows over, for that wonderful cool side, hoping it will help your burning face. You run out of tissue by the side of your bed, and debate whether or not to blow your nose into the sheets.
By the time you finally fall asleep at 5:00 a.m. you hear your neighbors car alarm go off as he gets ready for work.
I guess he doesn't remember that he's got an alarm on his car, I dunno.
At that point, instead of debating whether or not to blow my nose into the sheets, I'm debating whether to use my empty Fiji water bottle as a bed pan.
Sorry....too much info???