My futon had been affectionately known as "the burrito" for years. Everytime I move, I think I am just going to throw the thing out, but it just hasn't happened yet.
Since I got home from work at about 330pm yesterday the burrito has had a tumor. Yes, I have been laying on the burrito almost non-stop. I got off it yesterday to make a trip to the White Hen which completely wore me out. I again moved off it to go to bed last night. When I got up this morning, I showered and moved back to the burrito. Unfortunately, I have been quite sick this weekend. It started out Thursday night when I noticed my tonsils enlarged and I had a sore throat. It started out upper respiratory and now I am achy all over and have a fever. It's awful. I hate being sick.
This blog was made from the burrito.
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4 comments:
It is so sad that you are sick my friend! It's a good thing you still have the burrito to cuddle up with!! Never throw it out!
The burrito is a great place to pass out.
Josh
Wait, I thought I got the burrito!
Wow, the burrito is getting lots of love. Maybe we can all sleep on it together like a slumber party and tell our deepest darkest secrets...then finish off the night with a game of Light as a Feather, Stiff as a board.
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