I contracted the flu/cold during the Christmas holiday and it lasted at least three weeks. And though I'm not a big fan of Christmas [consumerism] it felt ruined. I know what you are thinking but you are wrong. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Santa dissed me again. We've had beef since I was twelve so getting dissed was expected. What I didn't expect, was that his punk ass would try to assassinate me with the flu.
I'M STILL STANDING BITCH!
There will be next year and this time I'll be ready for his punk ass.
BTW, New Years sucked too.
I'm still kinda sick. I have this lingering cough and sometimes I go into these coughing fits that leave me breathless and light headed. My doctor just (Thursday) put me on some killer antibiotics (Avelox) and I need to go get a chest x-ray to see if I have pneumonia. Who knows, maybe Santa will have the last laugh yet.
So for the last three weeks I've been trying to catch up on the work that I didn't do while I was sick, and I've spent the last week and a half working 18+ hour days. The code I worked on was an addendum to an existing system in some places and a bug fix release in others. After four weeks of delays it went live on Friday. Yeah! But what I'm proudest of is during all the chaos I managed to read an entire novel, The End Of The Alphabet, by CS Richardson. How, you say? It's only 113 pages. That's right. He squeezed an entire novel into 113 pages and it took me three whole weeks to read it.
It's a love story, so if you are into that sort of thing, you may enjoy it. Be warned, it's not the, "dude crosses dessert and slays dragon", type of love story. It's simple, efficient, and satisfying. Given that it was a mere 113 pages, I was surprised I found it satisfying. Kudos Mr. Richardson.
My rating for this one is, sweet (in the gay, sensitive meaning of the word).