Sick at home...




So I called in today. Yep, after the zombification that was my day yesterday, I knew I couldn't possibly "fake it till I make it" (What asshole ever came up with that load of crap anyway? Yer sick.. be sick and have done with it...)
Now I am at home feeling sickly and bored out of my tree... well not my Christmas tree, that bad boy will never get old, but being at home is kind of like being grounded. Unless you were one of those really spoiled (or goody two shoes) Who never endured that particular punishment, most of you will understand.
  There are rules to calling in sick at work.. Notably, you are not allowed to 1)have any fun, 2)Go outside for any reason whatsoever, 3)Be seen or noted on any social media as that could be construed as fun ...

  I'm at home. Don't feel like going anywhere, as I am legitimately sick, not just taking a 'me' day, and there isn't too much on the social media-landscape right now to occupy me...AND I cant even clean my apartment, I did most of that this weekend.  This quickly turns into purgatory.
  My mental image is me creeping out of prison into the too-bright light of day, in utter confusion.

  So I cant go out, cant do any fun stuff like drinking, cant do much but watch the Royals on tv...ok..NOW its really starting to feel like a prison sentence.
  
  This band I posted is pretty damn good, Mumford and Sons, as well as The Black Keys, they are pretty much up there for me music-wise... its a nice break from the usual top 40 bullshit and the pacing is different, I dig it... enjoy...or dont... 
  My plan for the day, so far, is to putter around, maybe play guitar for a bit if I find some energy and possibly map out my plan for world domination..even THAT is exhausting me right now.

  Lots of good news that I have been told recently..and the best part.. I cant tell anyone!!  Assholes! Everyones gushing about this and that and getting me excited with em, and then that sly little caveat at the last moment.."Oh uhh, by the way, dont tell anyone, no posts on facebook, no tweets for fun, and do not tell your family"...Its like a little lawyergremlin pops out of nowhere and starts reading off all the donts!  
  Ah well, soon enough I imagine.  I'm not even writing well today, can tell Im off my A Game....

  Go listen to some music while I try to feel human for a bit, try some more of Mumford and Sons, while this cat hits the showers...

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