home sick.

i'm home sick today. what does that mean in my world? um, i slept until 9:30. then, i put on some sweats, a wool hat, a coat, brushed my teeth and went to physical therapy. i had to. while there, i promised my physical therapist that i'm not contagious. i'm not sure if that's true. so, i white lied in an effort to keep correcting my IC. i can't miss a week of physical therapy just because of a little (read: a painful, terrible, horrible) case of strep throat.

when i returned home, i cleaned. i shouldn't have, i know. but i can't be stuck at home when home is messy. it makes my head spin. so, i cleaned. then, i made oven fries. because, dear reader, i've lost 6 pounds since last week. and we all know i don't need to be losing any pounds. my pants are hanging off of me and people are noticing. so, i need to force the food past the swollen tonsils - as best as i can at least.

while making said oven fries, i set off the smoke detector in my loft. the piercing sound comes from a vessel that's mounted about 15 feet up, which doesn't allow for sick me to do anything about the loud buzzing. so, i just had to "live with it" until the smoke cleared.

now, i'm watching crappy daytime television. i'd rather be at work.

did i just say that?