Greetings from the pile of crusty tissues on the nightstand.
Sorry to be MIA, yal. I picked up a nasty respiratory infection on vacation. Woot!
And even though writing blog posts requires little more than an internet connection, I am currently using my bandwidth for critically important things. Like cat videos.
Did you ever wonder what it would look like if Dick Cheney and Cookie Monster had a baby?
Sometimes when a new cat video finishes I take a study break to search my symptoms again on Web MD, secretly hoping it will tell me I have some illness with an exotic name to match my current state of grossness. Ideas;
figgy sluice syndrome
walking corpse syndrome
Actually, that last one is a real thing. It's called Cotard's syndrome. It's when people think they are zombies but they are not. Not yet, at least. I know. Doesn't that make you feel perky?
Welp. I'll get back on track soon, but in the meantime I'm taking suggestions on the Netflix front. Any recommendations? Multi-episode mini-series especially. Brownie points for anything non-American and/or obscure and/or involving cool costumes. Or Benedict Cumberbatch. Or cat videos.
Gtg. I'm boiling a chicken.