Sick of being Sick

I’m sick today.  I hate being sick.  I can’t concentrate on anything except headaches and coughing.  I got it on the plane yesterday.  I should start wearing a mask on the plane so that I don’t get sick or get others sick.  A full-hooded mask.  “Hey, I’m cool.  I’m just sick.  And polite.”

I started writing today and ended up with a stupid poem called “Fat Balling”.  I deleted it.  I can’t write sick.  I’m a moron plus sick.

Lilly

My Aunt Lilly makes birthday phone calls as it is her hobby.  She also calls the local radio station to remind them to say happy birthday, also.  I had her call my roommate for his birthday and I think this is how it went:

“happy birthday to you happy birthday to you happy birthday i love you happy birthday to you.”

“Thanks, Lilly.  How are you?”

“I don’t feel too good. I woke up with a headache.  When’s Jon coming home?”

“I don’t know.”

Sometime I’ll do her voice for you.  It makes a better story. 

Kid Laughed at Joke

My 5-year-old niece told me a knock-knock joke and I told it to my friend’s 6-year-old and he turned red in the face with laughter.  It’s a good joke.  Then, he made me play Busey Boy on the piano.  My friend has good kids.

Third Base

I saw the girl I went to third base with for the first time and didn’t say hello.  That wasn’t nice of me but it seemed awkward since it seemed like yesterday. Basketball pep band was awkward, too.  I do a lot of awkward shit.  I should have said, “hello.”

Fatballing

Fat ball

Fat  . . . bald

Fat . . .  balding

Fat  . . . balling

BONANZA!