Under the must be done column

I'm dreading today. I have to go shopping. I look outside into the white beyond that used to be my quiet little street, see my car parked on an angle in front of a snowdrift, behind it is another drift man-made by the guy who shoveled himself a parking spot last night. This is the only time of year that I would ever consider putting in a driveway. But then, I'd have to shovel it. 

I'm still sick, we left the company Christmas party last night after dinner, the shortest stay ever. I was hacking too much, my head hurts, my chest aches, I'm so tired I could sleep standing up. I haven't slept in days, anyone who's gone through this crap can attest to the fact that every time you lay down, your chest fills up. Let the hacking begin. I'm so desperate for sleep. Last night, Kim made me Chi tea, I sucked back Robbitusin for my chest, slathered Ambasol on my broken wisdom tooth, and finally opted for  a Tylenol 3 to kill whatever pain the first two failed at. I actually slept, waking up at 9:30 this morning. I didn't even have the beer that awaited my arrival last night - I would not drink last night knowing I had to negotiate the wonderland coming home in such a state. It's bad enough in this crap without adding a drink or two. Maybe tonight. 

I have to go Christmas shopping today. I'm afraid. I have tried to prep myself, more Robbitusin, more tea, more Ambasol, we'll see how it goes. We haven't really started yet, just a few trinkets, today we have to finish things up. No more time left. With another snowstorm on the doorstep this is probably the only day we can go. I feel like shit. Maybe we'll get lucky and find everything we need in one store. What am I saying, that's about as likely as the neighbour who buried my car feeling guilty and undoing the damage. We will spend the day hopping around the city looking for anything that might appease the offspring's penchant for stuff for another year. Cause you know, stuff makes the world go round!

I'm not ready quite yet. I'm building up my willpower, and working on clearing my lungs first. I have to find my mojo, which is difficult when you can't breathe. As I sit here writing this, I'm seeing people huffing it down the street carrying packages. Some have already started, I need to take a cue from them. 

Or maybe I can just mug the next one who trudges by.

Hack...

Cheers.

Absence makes the blog grow fonder

I haven't been here in five days. Not for any other reason than I really didn't feel like typing. I've been on the computer, checking email, playing games and surfing, but typing wasn't high on my list of things to do. Let's recap the past days...

1. Daughter got her fish finally, and within an hour one of them jumped out and committed fishacide.

2. Son was jealous of the fish and ended up with a 5 gallon tank with 2 crabs - named Red Bull and Hungry Howie. Don't ask, I don't know.

3. My boss has gone completely insane and is instituting new ideas. That always scares me.

4. I finally got over the flu only to develop a horrible cold. Hence my head is pounding with the amount of hacking I'm doing. At least I got to take Nyquil. That stuff rocks. I can't remember the last time I slept like that.

5. We finally got snow that is worth talking about. A whole 3 inches. Just enough to make people drive like idiots. Son is shoveling it now, and he ain't happy about it. 

There. Five things to cover five days. I still don't feel like typing.

Cheers.