Week of Flufferwuffer: SICK

This past week has been a very uneventful one for me, unless you count me being sicker than a Boomer on Left 4 Dead.

It started innocently enough…I woke up with a sore throat last Wednesday.  I went to class and work, but was happy to get home, knowing I would have a nice nap.  Then on Thursday, I called in sick to work.  I had no energy. NONE.  You have no idea what it feels like to lie in bed and think to yourself I wonder if xxxx would be really angry if I just peed here instead of getting up and going to the bathroom? simply because you are struggling to find the energy to get up.  Horrible! I had the flu, which kept me bedridden for 4 days.

Anyway, because of this, I couldn’t do the things I normally do when I’m sick.  I usually do one of two things:  get a lot of stuff done, so the sick day turns into super-productive day OR play videogames and otherwise enjoy my leisure time.  Well, I had no energy to do any of that stuff.  I slept a lot.  I also watched a really crappy anime.  That was my sick time.  Hooray?

So while this post is pretty short and possibly kind of boring, that’s what my last week consisted of.  Nothing very geektacular. 

Now I want to know…what do you do when you’re sick?

Week of Flufferwuffer: Toast

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That wholly unpleasant sound snapped me out of my morning routine of watching my cat Loki acting adorably as he begs for some of my yogurt.  Startled, I quickly snapped around to see that my precious gingerbread Poptarts had suffered a horrible fate in the depths of our cheap-as-cheap-can-get $5 toaster, whose timer had decided that a year and a half of good service was more than enough and it would just let whatever the hell was supposed to pop up perfectly instead smolder in the toaster’s clutches.  A good-sized stream of smoke was climbing upwards to pool at the ceiling.  I jumped up, shut of the damnable toaster, and snatched a calendar to wave the smoke away from the smoke alarm.

Our toaster, unfortunately, DIED.  As did my gingerbread Poptarts, which had become unbreakable bloated black pouches filled with molten marshmallow crème.  Very unfortunate. 

For two days our apartment was filled with the sweet aroma stench of burnt Poptart.  I strongly advise that you don’t burn Poptarts.  It smells awful.

So, my boyfriend figured out that the toaster works fine; put simply, the timer stopped working, so instead of popping up after whatever time…that thing will just keep on toasting whatever the fuck is in there, even if it’s on fire (presumably).  Whenever we want Poptarts, toast, or Toaster Strudels for breakfast, we have to sit and watch the little toaster like Big Brother.  Not fun.

Of course we’re getting a new toaster.  This thing’s useless now. (Unless, of course, we get so bored that all we can think of doing for fun is watching bread…toast). 

That is why I posted a new Geeklist the other day…can you guess which toaster we’re buying?  You have a 20% chance of being right!