Today I realised how much of a pain I am when I constantly correct people’s grammar. I can be a *little* persnickety about it. Until I realised it’s not just me, there is a whole tribe of grammar nazi’s in this world. I think I’m a lieutenant. No more! Blogs are now free from my grammatical reign of terror. When I see an effect instead of an affect, I will just fix the error in my head. Possessive apostrophes will just magically appear in sentences where they would formerly, fear to tremble.
And my grammar nazi brethren will see my slightly passive agressive post, have mercy on me, and stop correcting my mistakes. Phew.
I came home from work today not feeling 100%. The Virus, which has been afflicting many of my friends and family for sometime now has finally hit.
Here’s my plan of attack:
- Hot lemon drinks (cheers Jono’s mum!)
- Propolis: crazy stuff. Stick it in water and it goes mental. I’m not too sure what it does inside your body. Tastes gross, so it must be good for you (with that reasoning listening to Britney Spears should improve your hearing).
- Sleep. Sometimes with the aid of herbal sleeping pills (man, I’m turning into a hippy). They actually seem to help. If it’s a placebo, that’s ok, it still seems to work. That’s the point.
In other news, today I ordered Spore from the Apple Store (because I still like games, despite my 25 years, 51 weeks and 4 days). I’m not too sure where I’ll find time to play it: I’d rather hang out with Monique, flatmates and friends, and I should (despite not always wanting to) do work. Maybe it was a dumb idea. In any case, it’s now in Japan, flying from an Apple warehouse. They’re sneaky because they don’t tell you that it’s winging it’s way across international waters until after you pay. I’ll walk through my enjoyment, or cognitive dissonance in the coming posts.
Don’t correct, comment!
