So now it's Saturday night, and I'm at home drinking orange juice with a Chloraseptic floater, and chasing it with a Cepacol throat lozenge, when I should be out with my besties Carol and Leslie celebrating Leslie's 40th birthday. Sorry girls, I'm there in spirit.
It's one thing to stay at home on a Saturday night by choice, but quite another when you're forced to due to illness. Humbug I say. The world is dirty and people need to wash their fucking hands more, clearly myself included.
On the bright side, since I always try and find the bright side, today I ate a cheese sandwich on white bread for lunch and the same thing for dinner, followed by a bowl of cherry nut ice cream...to soothe my sore throat of course. When you don't feel well you don't want to eat, so anything you can get down is beneficial to your heath. I love you cheese sandwich.
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