On Monday I still felt sick. I went to work and came home immediately afterward. I felt like crap.
With it being Monday, I had the weekly watch party of The Bachelor with my Fantasy League. I skipped it. I also had the risky risk of an extended invitation to my husband’s work holiday party. He teaches at a respected acting school in the city and I found out later that there was not only an open bar but also live band karaoke (yup, that’s exactly what it sounds like); a breeding ground for risks. I skipped that too.
I stayed home and watched The Bachelor by myself, after which I went to bed early. Sicky, sicky day. Stupid sickness.
Speaking of The Bachelor, what’s up with Ben eliminating Jennifer but keeping Emily and Casey S.? Emily keeps tattle-telling on Courtney and Casey’s just blah. I thought he had a “connection” with Jennifer. I thought she was the best kisser in the house. And yet she’s gone.
Sicky day equals me caring a little too much about things I don’t really care about. Stupid sickness.