Worst Weekend Ever.

I was really looking forward to the weekend as worky had been much no-fun in the preceding week. I felt a little under the weather Friday day time but figured it was because of too many hours spent at work. On Friday night we made home made pizza and had some wine which is usually a fine set up for a weekend. Alana had things to do on Saturday including getting drawn on, pic attached, so hiphoper G.Russ was going to come over for some music creation.

Instead of anything I woke up to headaches, achey pain joints, runny FACE (eyes, nose, ears (?!?) ). I dosed up on the cold’n'flu tablets left over from Alana’s brief entanglement with the snot monster but failed to feel any better.

Those adverts where the guys starts out as death warmed up, has a Lemsip and then makes the deal of the century are complete arse. It’s a lie. Cold and flu meds can take the edge of the symptoms but they do not treat the cause of the snot zombie infection.

Alana then preceded to spend most of the weekend out of the house. Well played madam,well played. If you turn your eyes upways and reconsider the picture adorning this postery you can see what did get drawn on her leg. It’s a recently beheaded French aristocrat. First the King then the Queen send them all to the guillotine. Why you ask? Who knows, try not to worry about it.

Saturday passed with intermittent Alana being at home and going out again, many episodes of Lost and me watching Full Metal Jacket. I’m not allowed to watch WAR when she is at home, it offends her delicate sensibilities.

Sunday was equally as snotty for me and be outy for Alana. She went to the Gold Coast to see India. A person to whom she sold a corset as far as I can tell. I was bored out of my tiny brain-basket with joints too achey and head too swimmy to play guitar/bass or listen to musics.

Oh and at about 4am Sunday morning I heard what can only be described as a ’suspicious noise’ which turned out to be, upon detective like investigation, the cats eating a packet of salmon, a loaf of bread and having a go at getting some chicken out of its wrapper. I don’t know how they got them out of the fridge. YOU probably left it open when you went to get a drink. I know what YOU are like. Jerk.

I hope someone left the fridge open because it will be the end of all things if they can open it themselves. I hope they realise that the people need to fill up the fridge or they will deem us useless and murder us all in our sleepy snooze.

Now it’s Monday and I have all the weekend symptoms that make me eligible to join the Snot Zombie Society plus a really awesome incredibly sore throat. I have stayed at home to spare my workmates the germs but can’t stop worrying about work.

Miracle cures and suggestions for ways to keep the spirits up in the comments PLEASE.