One of my turn-ons is a bare chested dude working a broom and mop.
The cold is SLOWLY receding, but gawd I'm so tired of coughing. I'm sure all the neighbors in apartments around me are also very very tired of my coughing. My muscles are sore. And I can say with great humbleness that I have a better understanding of what people with health situations, such as CF, go through when they have to constantly try to clear their lungs.
I didn't think of it in time but I wished I had gotten a gallon of real orange juice and a pint of vodka. Between the vitamin C and the drying of alcohol, surely I could have put a cap on this cold sooner. Even if I couldn't, I probably wouldn't have cared.
Can you tell... I really have nothing to say. 'Mom' spend the weekend with a male friend. I'm hoping it leads to "roomate" situation for 'mom'. Its about my only hope in her getting her own place. She took Darius with her. He could make or break a deal, know what I mean? Vyron showed up there this evening... thats another make or break deal. All my hopes and dreams could be dashed, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
All this time alone and I did nothing. I'm too tired. Seriously. All this coughing is wearing me out. Thank goodness its on its way out.
Okay, I've got to go draw an iron or something.