No Good Deed...

goes unpunished. This is very true, let me tell you. This weekend I helped a friend move. I think there was an Internet joke that went about regarding friendship. It said something like friends will prevent you from driving drunk, but true friends help you bury dead bodies... something like that. As far as I am concerned, that expression is bullshit. Real friends help you move. There is not one thing more of a pain-in-the-ass then a move, except helping a friend move. All week long I've been battling something that was attacking my immune system. It really didn't take hold. Basically, I was winning the battle and almost functioning at 100%... That is until I exhausted myself moving heavy shit all day Saturday. When I awoke Sunday morning, I felt like shit. My muscles hurt from movement they weren't used to... To cap it off, I was drowning in snot. I was coughing out a lung. My head was literally about to explode. Needless to say, I have spent the last couple of days on the couch. I feel a little better now. I can't hear out of my right ear, but for the most part I can function again. It's not fair. Why must one suffer for a good deed? Explain that to me? Errgg... Bad karma indeed. I can't even do good things right! Anyway, I am going back to the couch for the rest of the evening. I don't feel like rocking the boat and relapsing in more coughing/sneezing fits. Later.