Today is day 5 of my illness. Other than a 2-hour trip (including drive time) to Ikea, I haven't been off the couch since Thursday. I guess I went to Brewfest for a few hours Friday, which Corey says was a terrible idea (though he certainly appreciated the DD for the ride home!). But for real, other than that I've been trying to recover.
This is really, really hard. If it were just me, I'd say eff you to my illness and go to CrossFit, especially since the workout today was just 3 rounds for time of 400m run, 21 kettlebell swings, and pullups. Fun, right? I even suggested this to Corey, who nearly exploded. I fear he might tie me to the couch after work so I don't sneak off and try to work out later. It just sucks that I am really getting a good fitness base and working out and eating sensibly and something comes along again to get in my way. It's like the world doesn't WANT me to be buff and svelte.
I have a silver gleaming ray of hope as reward at the end of the week that is getting me through this: the Twilight movie opens soon.
I know that A) it really opens Thursday at midnight and B) I promised all my cousins I'd go with them at Thanksgiving, but I have to go this Friday. I can't stay up late enough anymore to make a midnight showing and if I thought my cousins really thought I'd wait a whole week to see the movie, well that would be silly. (I don't think they're going to wait, either)
Plus we can all go see it AGAIN on actual Thanksgiving with greater insight only gained through a second viewing. Or we can talk during it since we'll all have already seen it.
Anyway, I'm going on Friday and it's going to probably be awesome. I don't care if I have tuberculosis by then, I'm going.
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Listen, Katy, I've been stressed out about when I was going to get to go see Twilight, and I don't know if I will have seen it by the time Thanksgiving rolls around, so even if it is horrible (and I think it might be), you just may be stuck going with me. Meredith says she doesn't know if she wants to see it. I call her a traitor.
Well if all of my cousins go on Thanksgiving, then I'll go along, but seriously? Looks awful, I can't really imagine spending $10 on such crappiness. If that makes me a traitor, so be it.
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