On Thursday I started getting sick, and it was all downhill from there. So I’ve spent the better part of the last 3 days laying on the couch, taking lots of medicine, and watching LOST. Oh yeah, and I’ve been documenting the whole thing via my phone. Let’s recap…
Saturday morning I woke up early and drove from Seattle to Vancouver, sneezing and coughing the whole way.
I immediately got into pajamas and cozy socks, drowned my sorrows in some DayQuil and got down to business watching LOST.
Picture two showed you the view I had of the TV… this is the view the TV had of me.
I couldn’t sleep on Saturday night at all. Part of it was that I was sick and couldn’t breathe, but then I realized that because I’d stumbled into my room in the darkness and hadn’t had the lights on all day, the stars on my ceiling were not glowing! So I turned the lights on for a few minutes so that I could sleep under the (glow-in-the-dark) stars.
Sunday I woke up early to go to the Jingle Bell Breakfast at church. I know I was there, but I hardly remember any of it because I was exhausted and sick. I returned home, slept for a few hours, and woke up just in time to go with Beckie to see Bob Goff speak. This was my little pile that had accumulated by the evening. Looks fun, right?
Super fun. This was me at about 10 pm on Sunday evening, at about the time when I realized someone needed to take my phone away from me.
The great thing about being couch-ridden for the past two and a half days is that I have put a huge dent in watching LOST. I’m determined to watch all 6 seasons without Wikipediaing what happens. Already a few episodes into Season 5 and I’ve been successful. I can’t wait to finish this show, mostly because I hate everyone on it… but most especially Ben. That guy just needs to get shot. I’d say he needs to get beat up, but apparently even that doesn’t do anything. I think I know some people like that.