I’m sick. I’ve been sick forever. Well, maybe just for 24 hours or so. But that’s just so far. I’m never going to be well again! I’m wallowing! This is awful! I’m a terrible sick person — I’m pretty nasty in general but man when I’m sick I’m absolutely a terror.
Some might say I’m a nervous wreck, what with a looming double marathon weekend and marathon drive to boot. Some might say I’m a thundering fool, a lumbering incomprehensibly snuffling beast when sick, like some sort of terrible lizard, but that’s just fake news. According to a superficial google search, the word “dinosaur” was originally defined to mean “fearfully-great lizard” by Richard Owen in 1842.
So while I’m on a rampage, flailing about as the world comes to an end a la a certain tyrannosaurus rex of yore, it’s befitting that this should arrive courtesy of a slow boat from China:
Side note: there were no instructions included so all I could go by was instinct.
The hunted by germs has now become the hunter. OF course, the dinosaurs did got extinct so maybe this isn’t really going to work to help me get over this infernal illness.
This entry is as sloppy and messy as I feel. So in that regard it might just be a perfect reflection of me.
Important Safety Tips: Watch out for falling meteors… and chandeliers. I nearly took out the one in my front entry hopping around.
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Post-Script: It dawns on me it may not make a lot of sense as to WHY I ordered an inflatable T-Rex costume… besides the obvious why WOULDN’T I order an inflatable T-Rex costume. But this in actuality is “training” and “preparation” for one day joining the mass migration that is the T-Rex Stampede: