On Sunday I met up with Dej before going to the commemoration party for Circe Broom.
We were both feeling like shit but for various reasons. I had my "bad-flu-masquerading-as-an-uncommon-cold-with-the-head- and- body-aches-not-turning-up-until-much-later" while Dej had some ugly first life issues unfolding. We decided that we sure as hell were N-O-T going to get properly dressed for the whole holiday instead we would just slouch around in our pajamas and curlers looking at the decorated Christmas tree!
Yesterday - which was the big Christmas event in Sweden - my parents sent me some Christmas food and my Christmas presents with my first life brother in-law, so that I would not totally miss out on the festivities. I stowed it all into the fridge and haven´t felt any inclination to even look at it. If I even think of food I just want to throw up. They also sent some medications though and those were helpful, both the expectorant cough-medication and the Serevent® Diskus®. I can actually breathe again without much problem.
Dej and I have decided to blame it all - everything - on the damned Mayans and their latter day doomsday prophets/con men.
We were both feeling like shit but for various reasons. I had my "bad-flu-masquerading-as-an-uncommon-cold-with-the-head- and- body-aches-not-turning-up-until-much-later" while Dej had some ugly first life issues unfolding. We decided that we sure as hell were N-O-T going to get properly dressed for the whole holiday instead we would just slouch around in our pajamas and curlers looking at the decorated Christmas tree!
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| Photo by Dejerrity Mycron |
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