Thursday

I woke this morning at 8:00am (I'm supposed to be in my office by 8:00am), I went to get out of bed to get ready to the realization that I couldn't breathe from my right nostril. I picked up a dirty t shirt and blew my nose. A giant mass of yellow puss colored snot splashed itself all over the shirt. I still couldnt breathe through my right side. I went to the bathroom and took my morning pills and scoured through the little container of mixed pills in blister packages. I found an antihistamine and swallowed a couple. I then realised that it really didn't matter if I was late or just didn't show up to work. The punishment would still be that same. I decided to call out for the day and I went back to bed. I stayed in bed most of the day and ate everything in the fucking apartment. I've had an odd craving for a danish since I heard someone mention it on TV. I watched the first 3 discs of x-files season 8.

At around 9:30pm Dave called me and asked if I wanted to go eat. We went to Mille were I had a carb fiesta. Mashed patatoes, french fries, garic bread and a piece of steak. I guess its good that my appitite is up. At least this time I'm drinking fluids and cant become dehydrated like last time.