So.
I'm home dressed up in layers like a hobo, making a used tissue pyramid and coughing like an aged alcoholic.
I had coughing and a runny nose all week, but the fever just hit me today.
The lack of sleep the past couple of days, the smoking and not that many juices might have had a slight part to play. Might. I admit to nothing.
As such I'm sipping lemon tea with honey and imagining what kind of kingdom would have used tissue pyramids...
Furthermore I have no idea why I'm writing about it.
Must be the fever talking.
Also to warm my feet the only thing I could find were a pair of slippers (might be the wrong name) shaped like sheep with hearts on them and. yes I kid you not, pierced ears. With silver earings.
No. They are not mine.
Seriously.
I'd rather batter my head repeatedly against the wall and plunge my head in a barrel of napalm than buy such a thing.
They do keep my feet warm though.
The bastards.
I have locked the door in fear of someone seeing me in them or even worse take a picture.
So I salute you all, as my eyes dart to windows and doors in fear of phantom paparazzi.