What is worse than getting sick, is getting sick for the third time in a month. No kidding.
Out of the last 5 morning church services, I’ve missed three, not to mention that we visited a different church on Easter Sunday, so it just doesn’t feel like I’ve been to church properly for weeks. More or less, I haven’t. If I keep this up, getting sick every Sunday, it’s going to be worse than weird.
I hate being sick. I’m not deadly sick, but I’m sneezy. Sigh.
Hense I’m at home Sunday Morning, listening to the Return of the King soundtrack a lot louder than I usually have it.
Usually when I’m alone, I start talking to myself. Is that creepy or peculiar? I’ve actually aruged with before (and don’t say I’m starting to turn to Gollum, because it has nothing to do with soundtrack taste.) So I usually have to listen to music or audio books or something because it makes me feel weird to talk to myself, yet I enjoy it. I’m a very interesting person to be around. (choke)
Well, when I’m sick, I don’t feel like talking to anybody, even myself, so I’m not in danger of the first sign of madness today. Still.
I hope I get better. Because if I’m sick again next week, I’ll probably throw something.