My coughing stopped, can you fix it?

I'm on the upswing of my semi-flu-like state. I'm only left with a dry cough caused by a constant tickle in the back of throat. Always looking at the bright side of life (uh huh), my abs are getting quite a workout! From now on, instead of doing crunches, I'll just cough my way to six-pack abs. Sexy!

Because of the cough (sometimes demure, but often times on the verge of vomit inducing), I haven't called my prospect from MenFarmForMe.com. I did email him (so courteous of me) to let him know of my blazing throat situation and said I'd call when I'm better. I don't think he'd appreciate our first conversation laced with various degrees of coughing. That and I don't really want to call. OK, yes, I will! Sheesh!

My weekend was pretty boring. I vowed after Friday's all day boredom, that I'd venture out and have some fun. Big. Mistake.

Saturday night, I had belated BDay dinner with my mom then met OCG at her place afterwards. Being St. Patty's Day, we decided to hit up a house party that one of our friend's friend was having. It was a dud. Not the good Milk kind. It was a hodge podge of people who had no interest in meeting new people. They all seem to know each other and traveled between rooms like a posse. After mooching some food and beverages, OCG and I were done. We left to check out some bars on Main Street.

Holy shat! What is it about St. Patty's day? It's well after midnight and every bar had lines out the door. Don't they know that last call and ugly lights come on in about an hour?

By then, my body was succumbing to exhaustion from my already full day of activities (I was outside painting all day, getting sunburned. Sunburned!! Dinner with mom, and boring dud house party.) I just wanted to go home. And that I did.

I woke up Sunday morning, fully relapsing. I felt sicker than ever. I had to call Artsy Gal and cancel our plans for the day. We were suppose to head down to the Garment District for fabric shopping then to the art supply store for more painting supplies. Instead, I was trapped at home again like on Friday. Sick and bored. Technology was my friend. TiVo + Internet + me = bits and bytes of love fest.