Oh, look! POTUS is shitting his pants while delivering a speech this morning. I’m so glad I survived another case of Chickyplague for this [gestures everywhere around the planet].
I spent yesterday sleeping off whatever my problem is. I woke up and felt “off”, and went into the living room with a bottle of water. Shawshank came out around his normal wake up time, whereupon I took the first of five fucking showers in an attempt to find some sort of comfort. In September, after my last “episode”, I plugged all my symptoms into ChatGPT, along with whatever things might’ve been happening leading up to THE SICK. Skynet thinks it’s migraines, or possibly some sort of autonomic disorder, which I will not be googling.
As usual, it started to subside about 12 hours later. I spent the night on the couch. Shortly before bedtime, I took shower #5. We made a bed for me, and set up all the remotes and gadgets I might want nearby overnight.
Today will be better, at least with regards to matters of the plague. I’m taking the night off, I’ll spend much of my day hydrating instead.
