I think the bubonic plague that bought the suburb of Newtown to its knees in 1918 (you can check – this really did happen), was revirusized, and unwittingly injected into my veins Friday afternoon.
Never has a simple cut and dry case of influenza floored me so badly before. OK there was that one time in Std 6, but whatever.
So the weekend was spent in a flu-riddled delirium, with the help of pills and citro-effervescents. The dull throb that was nasal cavity and my teeth were sore, my nose was but falling off my face.
Then I discovered I was broke.
Then we broke up.
So all in all, this weekend was a peach.
On the bright side, E2 and C entertained me Sunday night, I can now fit into my Skinny Jeans and I did 63 Sudoku puzzles.
I finally broke down last night - so my eyes are attractively puffy slits in my face.