I've landed a very nasty bug that began to ravage my body yesterday, and I'm still laid up with it. I won't tell you what it's doing to me, as I suspect that most of you are already beginning to think about what you are going to have for lunch. Suffice it to say, that I don't seem to be able to take in anything but small amounts of water, at the moment. Plus, my body feels like its been worked on all night by a team of boxers. So, if I seem to be posting more than my fair share of stuff over the next few hours, you'll understand that I need desperately to relieve the boredom. Also, how dire is day-time TV!!! Jesus! If that's what's waiting for me when I retire, I might consider booking my place into a monastery, now!
There's always the wonderful world of free internet to watch all of your heart's desires. That is until SOPA and PIPA get their way and the internet becomes another corporate haven where that abuses the common person so that the rich can get richer! Unless of course, you want to access Wikipedia, then you are in a whole lot of bother. Although I find the "Esc" key comes in handy.
They tease you with Frasier at 9am on Channel 4, and after that there's nothing. Well, unless you watch Dave...
Sky Sports News The rest is pap, get a DVD on or something. And get well soon, presuming you're not faking
Oh, I wish I was, YV! For about 8 hours yesterday I was heaving my guts up every 30minutes. After the first four or five times, there was nothing left in my stomach, and all I was bringing up was bile. I was drinking water so that, at least, I had that to bring up. 8 hours retching has left my body in tatters. The vomiting has subsided, but I still have the sh*ts. I haven't passed anything solid for 24 hours. Anything I try to eat is liquidized and squirts straight out of me. I've had a couple of dodgy moments where I've only just made it to the toilet. Plus, I'm almost out of bog-roll. Well, you did ask. By the way, that program where juvenile delinquents go on national day-time TV to be ticked off by some bloke in a suit, in front of a studio audience, is bloody hilarious! "After the break, we have the results of Darren's lie-detector test. Did he have sex with his girlfriend's sister or not? We'll find out, right after this short break..." And, as it turns out, Darren was at his girlfriend's baby sister like a rat up a drainpipe (according to his lie-detector test). God! I'm bored!
Ye, I tripped across that show by accident, one day. It's un-****ing-believable! Where they find this seemingly never ending supply of morons who are prepared to go on national TV and confirm to anybody who didn't already know, just what twats they are, I'll never understand. As for the audience, it's the modern day equivalent of going to Bedlam to laugh at the loonies. Get well soon. You'll need your stomach in good order for Sunday.
I'd love to have a hangover! In all seriousness, I'm feeling a lot better today, now that the fever and the headaches have gone, and my body has stopped trying to turn itself inside out with all the retching. The upset stomach is a little uncomfortable, and I have quite a heavy cold on my chest, but it's a big relief compared with how I was feeling this time yesterday.
That's the one! They've got some woman bleating on about how her brother and sister have kept them from their father, but as the woman is clearly deranged and undoubtedly a mere rung off being a full-blown bunny-boiler, I'm finding myself having some sympathy for the brother and sister's stance. Plus, the Dad doesn't quite seem to be the full ticket. What hurts me the most, though, is that I'm actually watching this sh*t! I never thought I could sink this low.
If I tried giving myself one off the wrist right now, I'd probably sh*t the bed! Not that I want to give you nice folks more information that you care to know about me...
