And I'll Have Fun Fun Fun Now That Hibbert Took the TBird Away

I don't have TB -- yet anyway. I get another test next week. I just have some mystery condition that makes me sleep 16 hours a day and get pneumonia every other month.

So, I get to see a Respirologist. And I get to drink until they decide what the next round of meds will be. (This morning, I opened my cupboard and a bunch of pill bottles fell on my head. Naturally, I started singing: "It's Raining Meds, Hallelujah! It's Raining Meds! Hey, hey!" As Fresh would say, "At least you still have your sense of humour."

I am soooo sick of this stupid house. I'm sick of Ellen Degeneres and I'm even sick of the plotline on Coronation Street.

I have some art supplies I bought at the end of my last convalescence, so I am going to paint Fresh a picture today. If I can stay awake that long.

Send lesbian porn. Which reminds me, did you know that The Beaver is a magazine about Canadian History? What a disappointment.

P.S. to Readers: No, I'm not a lesbian, but I play one on TV.
P.P.S. to Readers: I'm not really on TV. But open to offers.