I’d come over here in a HASMAT suit and kick my ass. Folks. I am sick. I’m running a fever I can get to subside, but I can’t get to break. Dayquil just makes me sick to my stomach and Nyquil stuffed me up so bad I had to get up and walk around just to be able to breathe.
The Professor helped me yesterday over at the house. We got a second coat on the kitchen and finished up my room and I got the first layer of gunk off the tub. And then I was done.
My landlord is coming back over today, at any second, to show another contractor through the place to get bids on making this side match the other side. He’s due here at any second. I’m not sure how long I can actually stand outside with the dog.
And my dad’s coming in today to help the Butcher get the garage clear of dirt dauber nests.
There’s so much to do, and all I want to do is sleep on the couch. I really feel terrible about exposing the Professor to this.
Um. That’s all I’ve got. I’m going to try to go through today as drug free as I can, because I’m not convinced they made me feel any better.