I stayed home sick today. My sinus passages are loaded with mucus, I have a barking cough that is reminiscent of the mating call of a leopard seal. I'm alternating between sweating through my clothes and shaking chills. Sounds like fun, huh?
I caught up on my daytime tv including the Anthony Bourdain marathon. Love that guy, there's something about a tall, neurotic, intelligent man who can cook that just turns my crank. Lots of risk taking behavior and a smart ass attitude. That's more testosterone than you can shake a stick at. It's not the healthiest archetype, but it sure is fun.
It would be great to say that I spent the day soul searching and considering my new years resolutions but that would be dishonest. I spent the day stoned on nyquil, dozing in and out of consciousness, eating soup and leftovers. I'm going to pop a few more of those bad boys before bed and hopefully be well enough tomorrow to hit the ground running.