This is my first day of non-work. I had planned on living it up — maybe drinking some Moonshine down by the river and playing some Dominos with the homeless. Instead, Henry got me sick so I spent most of the day sleeping, whining, sweating, shivering.
It’s OK. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of opportunities to play with the homeless once I’m homeless myself.
I have no idea what to do with myself. I’ve applied for some jobs, and Henry is trying to find ways to cash in on my brain. I foresee plenty of financial land mind dodging in the future.
But at least when I cough, it tastes like powdered Slim-Fast.
In other news, we went to visit Henry’s mom Saturday night. After she succeeded in being accidentally racist in front of the Bosnian residents outside of the complex, we went into her apartment where she bestowed me with two boxes brimming with old photos of Henry. As much as it pains me to say it, he was actually a cute kid. WHAT HAPPENED. Then I came across a photo from his wedding and while it seemed to be very awkward for Henry, I couldn’t stop laughing. God, his ex-wife is trashier than a dumpster in Newark.