Queen of Rambles

Isn’t that a lovely pictures of big, fat snowflakes tenderly caressing very green foliage? Unique, isn’t it? Where are the golden leaves of fall? They aren’t here because this picture isn’t something taken from my overfull hard drive of junk. This picture was taken yesterday. Yesterday as in August yesterday. Sure, it was the last day of August, but it was still August and snowing in August is not allowed. This was taken at the beginning of the storm. I rushed to take a pic, thinking the storm would end as abruptly as it begin but I was wrong. It kept snowing all day long and it even stuck. Snow. Sticking. August. Does. Not. Compute.

But that’s now why I’m dying. Though I suppose my dying probably does have something to do with the change of seasons.

I thought I was over my cold. Yes, it would have been the shortest cold in the history of the world, but I’m pretty much snot free today so I was eternally grateful to whatever deity took pity upon my poor, OTC medication deprived self and decided to dry up my mucus membranes. I slept for 12 hours straight, pulled myself out of bed at 11 am and had more pimples than I’ve seen since I was an awkward and gawky teen of the ’80s. I figured that’s a good thing. It means the white blood cells have conquered the evil and prolific virus and are need to exit the building while the exiting is good. Right?

Since I seemed to be feeling well I decided to walk down to the store for some essentials. Even better, I decided to officially end my “improvement-of-the-mind-through-reading-boring-and-depressing-literature” so grabbed a bag of books to drop off at the library. No problem! The whole thing should have taken a max of 10 minutes, with five of those minutes being “line standing” minutes.

Ha!

Little did I realize that my body is weak and wants to lay around and watch The Gilmore Girls and The Walton’s and Full House and luxuriate in being lazy. I really thought I was going to pass out by the time I got to the store. The walk home was unbearable. It normally takes me about three minutes to walk home, but today I could barely pick up one foot to place it in front of the other. It must have taken at least 10 minutes. I was trying to figure out how I could get some poor fool to take pity on me and drive me home. I was so pathetic that I even rode the elevator up to my apartment. I didn’t think I could manage the one flight of stairs. My body has spoken and it says “die, die, die!!!!!” Ugh. So much for thinking I was better. I’m glad I’m not stuffed out, but it feels kind of silly to be sick with no symptoms other than the feeling of impending death.

So if this is the last post you ever see from me you’ll know why. I’ve stuck a large knife through my eyes to prevent any more input from the Tanner family.

And don’t believe Mike when he claims I’m melodramatic.

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