I miss rock climbing.
I miss pole dancing. I miss yoga. I miss walking my dog. I miss socializing.
My body has now been uncooperative for almost a week. Physical activity exhausts me. Talking is painful, as is swallowing. I've been on DayQuil, NyQuil, oil of oregano, echinacea, 5 different kinds of home made soup, hot baths, salt water gargling, throat numbing spray, fresh juice, and every other home remedy I can throw at this fucking disaster. And still, the pain.
We ordered sushi last night as a treat. I also drank a lot of wine, because fuck it. And today, I didn't feel any worse for it. I honestly feel like alcohol heals my body half the time. Maybe I just want to be more like my superhero alter-ego, The Iron Maiden. She's got a margarita machine in her armour. Like a rockstar.
I've been feeling guilty lately about not working on my character for our next session with my regular Pathfinder group. I've got the bare bones of him, but he needs a lot of fleshing out. Maybe I'll make that part of my weekend project.