a crappy couple’a weeks

Its not been the best week or two here at Chateau MacPherson. I’ve been having some minor health problems and I’m currently suffering through the medical community’s favorite game. “What is that?” you may ask… well it’s where they try this med on you and find out that it makes you an insomniac, then the other and find that that one makes you a depressed manic lunatic, then they try another that just maeks you throw up all day. And they ask you…. well which is worse… what you came to us with or puking all day. (And they try to assure you the puking will stop) After you begrdgingly acknowledge that throwing up is better than the alternative they pat themselves on the back and pronounce you CURED! It sucks. So here I sit in a messy house with a bellyache listening to Connor throw a minor fit in his playpen. I cant help thinking that I might feel better if I got up and did some stuff…. but I also think sitting here like a bump on a log sounds pretty good too.

(And no I dont have cancer or anything else life threatening, just a small health problem)