I don’t feel good.
I don’t feel good at all.
It’s so bad that it’s affecting my grammar.
I hope it doesn’t get so bad that I forget how to punctuate.
Sidenote: Everybody needs to remember how to use a comma. Commas and apostrophes haven’t gone extinct, everyone. Dont just run on in your sentence and pretend like you dont need any punctuation because youre lazy or because you think because you write a blog the rules are different because internetz. [sic] Please for the love of Jesus/Buddha/Tom Hanks/WHOEVER you believe in, use a comma. Good grammar is sexy.
I’m working from home today and eating on that BRAT diet. Do y’all remember this?
Bananas (Nope, won’t eat those.)
Rice (Well, I have rice, but I’m not eating it right now.)
Applesauce (Don’t have any of that at home.)
Toast (Toast it is!)
I had a dry piece of toast for breakfast. A sensible meal, if ever I’ve had one. Then I graduated to my favorite sick day lunch: noodley soup.
That’s not what it’s actually called. It’s called Lipton Noodle Soup.
…pretty much the same.
You boil three cups of water. Stir in the packet of unnaturally yellow flavor and noodles. Turn off the heat and wait 5 minutes. Sick day success.
But wait. What? What what? What what what? Soupsecrets.com? Pray tell, what kind of secrets hath this soup? Did it have a steamy affair with a cracker? Does it actually hate being hot? Does it wish it was born a salad? I must click.
There are no secrets here. No frothy, brothy confessions. No salacious dish. Just boring brandspeak, nutritional content and and some “recipes.”
No. This website is so bad. It’s making me sick again.
i think im gonna herl