I’m sick. I was feeling crappy earlier in the week, but then I felt fine for a couple of days. Well, now it’s hitting full force.  I feel like I got hit by a truck. I went to bed early last night, with a couple of NyQuil, and slept a good 12 hours. I’ve gotten up long enough to make it to the couch. Glad Rob left his laptop on the coffee table so I have something to do without having to force myself to sit at my pc.  I’m not sure why this is called a laptop though.  It’s huge, and it weighs a ton.  Maybe I’ll have to get one of those tiny cheap laptops just for times like these.

So, I’m resting up for tonight, when I’m going with Rox to the Capitol Theatre to see a comedy show.  Can’t wait, it should be awesome.  I’ll pop some DayQuil and hope for the best.

I’m so sick I didn’t even get up to celebrate April Fool’s. Totally the best holiday ever.  I’m achy and no matter how I sit or lay, I can’t get comfortable.  I wish I had the energy to do something.  And, I love Ricola.

Anyone been reading anything good?  I buy up random novels at yard sales and second hand stores, and I gotta say, I haven’t come across a good one yet. I guess there’s a lot of crap out there.  You’d think that after a dozen crappy books, I’d hit on an awesome one. But nooooo.  The ratio of good books to bad books is a lot lower than I thought it would be.  I did read AJ Jacob’s The Guinea Pig Diaries, which was hilarious. I’ve got his other books on my list of “must reads”.  I did break down and took a shot in the dark and bought a random book at Chapters – I’m Sorry You Feel That Way by Diana Joseph. I always hesitate doing that, because what if I pay $20 for a book, and it sucks. Which is exactly what happened.  This book sounded so promising, but it was like a crappy movie – you know, the ones where the only good parts are shown in the trailer, and the rest of the movie is crap?  Well, the only funny thing in this book was shown on the back of the book.  The book is a collection of essays by the author, documenting different things in her life.  Her job, her marriages, her parents, siblings, her son.  I think they are meant to be funny, but they’re not.  Which is saying something, because I find everything funny.  Honestly, by the end of the book, I felt bad for her son, her husband, her pets.  She’s neurotic, and not in the funny way.  She needs medication. She’s selfish, and childish.  I understand that really truly funny things are always at someone else’s expense, but her stuff just isn’t funny.  What a boring book.  Booourns.

Well, Roxanne just called and said she’d be here in an hour to pick me up.  Suppose I should go get ready.  I imagine a hot shower will make me feel a little better anyways.  I’d better feel better for turkey dinner tomorrow!  I live for turkey!  I could eat turkey dinner every day.  Mmmmmm, turkey.