Will The Suffering Ever End?

So far I’ve spent the entire weekend at home waiting for the antibiotics to kill the bug that’s infested my sinuses and congested my lungs.  Think stubborn lung oysters…

I’ve coughed and coughed until I’m hoarse.  My abdominal muscles ache, as do my shoulders, back and neck and the accompanying headache is driving me nuts.  I’ll be honest, I’m not a fun person to be around when I’m ill either. 

You can of course imagine my delight when Mark decided a short time ago to start playing “Lips” a karaoke game on the Xbox. 

I can’t sing.  I don’t even sound good in the shower.  I acknowledge that, but, Mark can’t either.  Although he’s like the poor argumentative audition’er on Australian/American Idol who when told to find a new career looks horrified, believing they indeed have the voice of an angel…   Right now he’s destroying a Fleetwood Mac song…

Poor boy.  Ears are painted on, and couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.

Now it’s time for me to go take some more drugs, and find a happy place.