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)
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.