I'm back at work today for the first time in two days. I was out sick again. I thought about blogging while I was home, but then didn't. Go figure.
So, what was my second sick-out like? I got pretty stir crazy. I was thinking about wandering around my apartment in my pajamas and making a photo documentary of my time home sick. The thing is, before I started to snaps shots of Mount Jenga and some empty pudding cups, I came to my senses and realized that no one on Earth would actually care about any of that. So, good thing then.
I'm glad to be out in the world again. It felt very strange to step outside, just as it always does after a prolonged stretch of time cooped up inside. Amanda had surgery this morning to get her wisdom teeth removed. I'm dying to know how she's doing. I'll be spending my weekend as the Health Brigade making sure that she's comfortable and resting up.
The Last Samurai is a so-so movie. Elektra is a lousy movie. Resident Evil 4 keeps getting better (though the voice acting is still total ass) and Burnout Revenge totally r0><0rz. I guess that's it for me. Nothing all that exciting ever happens when you're home sick.
Unless you're Ferris Bueller. And I'm most definitely not Ferris Bueller.