I fear dropping money I don't have on a docotor visit, but I don't think I have any choice. This is almost 2 weeks now with no change, really. Certainly no change since I've been *here*, which really really sucks.
I really would have prefered to hang out when I wasn't feeling ill and just... staying ill.
One weekend I'm up here and I'm bleeding.
then I'm up here and I'm deaf and groggy and in a generally shitty mood.
Barrel of fun, is I.
The thing is, I don't usually get sick at all.
Not at all.
So maybe this is my body making up for a couple years of relative health.
Yesterday there was lunch with wrekehavoc (which was pretty damned awesome because she rocks much) , then a little shopping at The Curious Grape in Shirlington (which is where we also had lunch) and Karl, of course, ended up buying a case.
Very cool store. And they seem to like the Karl ::nods::
'course, who doesn't?
Then we came back here, putzed around, watched ghost world, had some wine (one was really good. One was a sacrifice (it had a screwtop, gosh durn it) and the last was really good, actually, just not what I would usually drink. OH, and we watched Dirty Work while we waited for the pizza that almost never arrived, but then did. And a couple zim episodes, then we crashed.
SO ... now I'm awake. As far as I know, Karl is still asleep, I think I'm about to hop in the shower.
I've been promised museums today.