One of us usually comes down sick the weekend of MAL.
Friday, after work, i got my haircut. Chatted with one of my hair dressers clients for a while (OK, flirted.) Came home, Made dinner, felt great. Sat on the couch and in about 15 minutes i had chills and collapsed like a flan in a cupboard. Sweaty, achy, icky mess.
What the hell?
Spent the weekend feeling like crap. i was going to run in to the city last night with my hair guy and surprise someone with an unexpected visit. Instead, i laid around the house feeling like a crusty mess. Ack.
Glad we didn't go the MAL. Maybe next year i'll don a protective suit and respirator right after my birthday and stave of the germs long enough to see D.C.'s finest leather men in action.
Friday, after work, i got my haircut. Chatted with one of my hair dressers clients for a while (OK, flirted.) Came home, Made dinner, felt great. Sat on the couch and in about 15 minutes i had chills and collapsed like a flan in a cupboard. Sweaty, achy, icky mess.
What the hell?
Spent the weekend feeling like crap. i was going to run in to the city last night with my hair guy and surprise someone with an unexpected visit. Instead, i laid around the house feeling like a crusty mess. Ack.
Glad we didn't go the MAL. Maybe next year i'll don a protective suit and respirator right after my birthday and stave of the germs long enough to see D.C.'s finest leather men in action.
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