I went to Sanjay's for three days for Super Bowl weekend, and I'm going to blame his broke ass kitchen faucet for making me ill. This probably wasn't the cause, but it's easy and fun to place the blame on this particular host.
But I am feeling sicker than I have yet to feel in Morocco. And the rehydration salt/water mixture that I am drinking tastes like warm coconut water which, if you know me, I like to say tastes like a certain foul substance.
Blech blech bleeeech blech blech.
I just want to stay in bed and watch all of the Jane Austen adaptations. Except the only Pride and Prejudice allowed is the '95 version because no one else except for Colin Firth can ever be Mr. Darcy, but since I am mad at Mr. Firth right now, I might just skip P&P altogether.
Or maybe I think I actually want to watch Jeeves and Wooster, but it is on my external hard drive, and there is no way that I am getting out of this bed, or I might ralph.
This is all really boring.
But I am feeling sicker than I have yet to feel in Morocco. And the rehydration salt/water mixture that I am drinking tastes like warm coconut water which, if you know me, I like to say tastes like a certain foul substance.
Blech blech bleeeech blech blech.
I just want to stay in bed and watch all of the Jane Austen adaptations. Except the only Pride and Prejudice allowed is the '95 version because no one else except for Colin Firth can ever be Mr. Darcy, but since I am mad at Mr. Firth right now, I might just skip P&P altogether.
Or maybe I think I actually want to watch Jeeves and Wooster, but it is on my external hard drive, and there is no way that I am getting out of this bed, or I might ralph.
This is all really boring.
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