If you were in my living room right now, I'd ask for a lot of things:
1) Put the cooked chicken away
2) Make me a lemon balm tea
3) Bring me a glass of ice water
4) Hand me two pumpkin cookies
5) Get me my vitamins and medication
6) Write my blog post
Luckily (please and thank you), my husband handled five of the requests. The sixth, I didn't ask (at least not out loud). I'm reserving that favor for when I really, really, really need it.
You'd think the day before I am hopefully going to receive a diagnosis, I'd have lots to talk about. Still, besides bowel movements, chest pain, worries, arm aches, insomnia, and concern, I got nothing (nothing you haven't heard anyway).
Which leaves me with just one word: Californication.
Remember Mulder?? Yes, Mulder from the X-Files. Well, he has this show on Showtime; also available on Netflix. Anyway, it's completely lewd, semi-addictive, and very distracting. The perfect way to kill 10 plus hours without getting off the couch.
Can you say guilty pleasure?!?!
Altered Today: Good/Bad TV, new way to avoid thinking about what might happen tomorrow.