Alright, alright. I got sick. Stay-home-from-work sick.
Last Wednesday was spent attempting to position myself in such a way that would enable normal breathing patterns. I slept most of the day and felt much better by the afternoon. I had no choice, as I was to head down to Bloomington with my dad to see IU battle Wisconsin. We lost. I teared up during the fight song/flag pageantry in the second half. I miss Bloomington.
Thursday was Valentine’s Day and I could have cared less. I infected Damon with whatever bug I had and so we had a very romantical evening. It consisted of going out for Mexican food across the street, followed by sitting on the couch amidst a river of kleenex and watching Lost. I was really okay with this. Nothing says I love you like simultaneous popping of Sudafed. Sure, sometimes it’s nice to have jewelry and flowers, but really, I find the greatest joy in our relationship as it happens day to day. [Cheesy!]
