??5.2. So i'm lying here on the couch pecking out a blog entry for the day on my not-so-smartphone. It's was better than my other pos phone, so I won't be complaining too much. My one huge gripe is predictive text. There are like two things already that I wanted to say but predictive text decided that it knew better than me and vetoed my choice of words. The crazy thing is that I turned it off but somehow its still mucking with fe. Anyway, please bear with me and my formatting issues today.
I've backed away 36 inches from death's door, so while I still feel like crap, it's way better than feeling like beaten crap, or flambed crap, or hogtied, gagged, and forced to watch Jersey Shore crap. Luckily for me, PT has pretty much given me a pass on everything but breathing.....and hacking up phlegm.
I really thought that me and me leukocytes were cooler than that. How dare they betray me and allow this viral assault upon my body?!
Now that I can open my eyes and sit upright, it isn't all bad as i've had a chance to check out some stuff on netflix that i've been meaning to get around to. I've also watched more Thomas in two days than a classroom of preschoolers would watch all year. I also realized that my vents and ceiling fans are in dire need of a thorough cleaning. There ARE actually productive things that one can get done on one's back. Anyway, i'm finna go take me another shower. All of this sweating has got me smelling rather ripe, so for the sake of nostricular integrity, I will ttyl