My gosh this fever is high! (High!)
I’ve got the best mucus eeeeever!
People will see me and cry!
PLAGUE! ♫ ♫
So, yeah, I’ve been sick since Turkey Day, hence the lack of activity here. I HAVE however done the following:
Watched about 5 episodes of Intervention, 20 episodes of Will and Grace, taken about 3 naps, used about 4 boxes of tissues, and eaten about 4 different kinds of soup. As per usual, and I’m sure you’ve heard me say this before, but my life? Is a rich pageant.
To add insult to illness it’s officially winter here in Chicago, complete with snow and the substance the brilliant Wendy of Poundy has named Lumpy Icefuck. That horrible gnarly half melted dirty dog poop covered icy shit on the sidewalk and in parking lots all around Chicagoland.
Personally, I think calling a Chicago winter “winter” is just not adequate in completely describing the SUCK that is December thru February in Chicago. See, by November it already feels like winter in Chicago, but it’s manageable. This weather will return again around March and last until about May. But, December thru February, that’s a special kind of season. The season that dare not speak its name: until now.
I submit for you, loyal readers (all three of you), a few suggestions for this season currently enveloping the Windy City.
1) Lotionpalooza
2) Suicidetimes
3) Motherfucktober
4) Suckmas
5) Chanadeathakah
Feel free to leave your suggestions in the comments. If you need me I’ll be the crazy lady on the corner of Mclean and Hoyne screaming at a small dog to “JUST SHIT ALREADY! I’m FREEZING MY ASS OFF!”
