Last night I was so happy to be vomit free that I started writing a jaunty little post in my sleep… something to let you into the window of my delirious experience riding the pale horse. It goes a little something like this.
I woke up Wednesday still feeling pretty out of sorts… kind of exactly like an extra head had sprouted from my Bob Ross mustache.
Facing my fears mustache on, I ate a banana and a party proceeded to throw down in my tummy. But it wasn’t really a good party — it was one of those parties you hit after way too many drinks, only to find all the dudes have herpes and they’re serving Mad Dog 20/20 with a splash of coke.
Then, inexplicably I began to feel better… way better. Kind of sparkly and full of magic and light. At this point I considered watching Legend on the telly but turned to the trusty net instead. Oh internet, you never fail to amuse me. (worth waiting through the commercial, trust me)
Then I hooked up with Minty, brought to you by the lovely ladies of Atlanta, Susie, Nelya and Jenny. I spent over an hour ogling the wares and plotting another move closer to:
This rug. And Susie’s adorable boots.
That INCROYABLE Maitland Smith tesselated console table, those lamps, Jenny’s art, the rug… all of it.
And there might be a chair pair that I’m mentally hoarding for myself.
Don’t wait until you’re weak and sickly to shop like I did. Go to there.
So, that’s how my day went yesterday. You can see how very productive I’ve been (as in not at all), but since I’m actually going to live I think I may need to start planning for the future, which means laundry and Christmas shopping and working.
I’m pretty excited to do those things.
Thankful, even.
