Hey it's Ross. Well I'm back and as you can tell I was sick over the weekend
:( . Let my back track to the start of the weekend on Friday night. Okay well
this is how it went. Me and my roommates had planned to have a few drinks, eat
a nice pre-Easter dinner since one of my roommates (well call him Ted) Ted is
a trucker and had to work on Easter, and watch some movies together. We are
closer than most roommates as you can see. I'll tell you right now that did NOT
all happen. He got home on Friday and we did have a huge dinner with stuffing,
turkey, deviled eggs, peas, crescents, and potatoes on Saturday. It was good
and we watched a few movies but none of the ones we planned on. Friday had been
spent by myself as he didn't get in till late and my other two house mates went
to get him. They didn't get back till around 11:30 or so. We talked for a bit
and watched a few movies but then we all went to bed. It got cold as hell that
night and I somehow threw off my blankets and by morning woke up with a high
fever and my arm hurting because I laid on it funny. I went to the front room
feeling like shit and Ted's wife could tell I was sick (she’s so sweet). Being
the caring type she sent me back to bed after I took some ibuprofen. She made
me stay in bed for five and a half hours. Being an active person I like to move
around so this felt like a punishment to me. I know she was looking out for me
and all and I really appreciate it but still I didn't enjoy lying in bed
sweating off my fever for five and a half hours. When I'm not moving around it
feels to me kinda like I'm wasting time. Still sick is sick so I did it and was
so glad when I got the okay to get out of bed again. The rest of the day till
dinner was spent online chatting with friends, reading, and watching other
videos we didn't plan to.
Ann (Ted's wife) and her daughter tried the Jello shots they made and found
they weren't really that good and they made the whole kitchen smell like vodka whenever
we opened the fridge door. I don’t really enjoy that smell at all so I stayed
away from there a lot till they put them in containers to trap the smell. I
didn't drink any of the bottle of wine I got either. See I have a fear of
drinking. Not because I don’t like people who drink or anything like that but
for two reasons. One being that I say a lot of wired shit sober and the thought
of me being drunk and not giving a shit what I say scares the hell out of me. I
kinda feel that I need to sensor myself a lot and I don’t really like the
thought of an uncensored me running around saying shit with little to no
thought of the consequences of my actions. The other is that all my life my
grandmother has told me that the men in my father’s side of the family tend to
be angry drunks and I have no desire to get mad at people and possibly loose it
over little shit. Also factor in that I’ve never had any drinks and my weight
and I think it wouldn't take much to get me drunk fast.
So today Ted goes back to work later and we are all kinda doing our own
thing. I know Ted and Ann are watching T.V and their daughter is texting as I
type this so over all a different weekend from our norm around here but it’s
been pretty okay for the most part. I hope we get to watch the last harry
potter sometime in the next few weeks. I still have yet to see it and I know
Ann hasn't ether even though she got it for Christmas. Well I'll keep you
updated so till next time. Keep reading and I hope you enjoy.
