Matt: “And so here is the main server, and the backup server, and the email server…”
Realizing that I’m completely zoned out.
Matt: “You know that saying starve a fever, feed a cold? Well, you should eat. Drink Powerade. Stuff your face. It always works for me. You’ll feel better soon.”
And with that license to stuff my face, I just finished off the Largest Barbeque Sandwich I’ve ever seen. In fact, it’s larger than the green-apple candle over on the coffee table, larger than the cd lying beside my phone, larger than circumference of the lamp base on my desk, and yes, I’m home from work. Miserable. Exhausted. Sick. And thinking about how large and glorious that sandwich was.
So, if you are ever sick- travel to SC and order a sandwich from Little Pigs Barbeque.
And on a very odd note, I’m realizing that being sick is causing me to be exceptionally observant. For instance, while studying how large my sandwich is compared to this-and-that, I realized some wildly wonderful things I didn’t know about my place.
My tablecloth has a little plaid hem on it. All the tissue boxes in my house are the Puffs Plus type. I absolutely don’t know how to work the cute little white fire extinguisher near the pantry. From my loveseat, I can see exactly 22 books scattered about the living room.
And yet none of this trivial blathering is keeping me from thinking about why my heart hurts right now. I found my tattered copy of The Sacred Romance a few minutes ago and I think I will curl up under the New and Glorious Electronic Blanket I got for Christmas and read for a while.