...I got the stupid H1N1 shot (or "hiney shot", as Gwen would call it), and then I got the stupid non-hiney flu because the Universe likes to mess with me like that. I took two days off from work, and today I'm going back, despite the alarming number of fluorescent-yellow/green globules escaping from two of the several orifices in my head. I almost saved the one that kind of looked like a Smurf. Almost.
...I've been busy doing lots of stuff that probably isn't all that interesting to y'all, considering that I can't really remember what most of it was anyways. I vaguely remember pudding at some point, and for some reason every time I walk by a yellow house I break into playing wicked awesome air guitar. It will all come back to me eventually, I hope. But I swear I've been busy doing...something.
...At some point between now and March 2, my Podiatrist (yes, you heard that right- my Podiatrist) said that I need to wear one of these (the big one) for two weeks:
It seems my right foot is possessed by the devil, and the only way to expel Lucifer from my extremities is to pretend I'm Frankenstein on the right half of my body. To complete the look, I'm super-gluing a bolt to my neck and throwing in a guttural "URRRGGGHH" every other word. Should be sexy, no?
...To get back on that horse called blogging (not to be confused with that one horse with no name), I am going to post something every day for a week, starting today. You may just get my grocery list and my deepest thoughts on flossing, but at least I'll be here. If I can complete my thesis- The impact of pork products on late-80's pop music- I'll post that for you as well.
There you go- back with not so much a "bang" as a muffled "Mrffphhh".
Happy Wednesday, my phlegmy little Smurf nuggets. Happy Wednesday.