I was being facetious yesterday when I said Boyfriend has the black lung. Black lung was a respiratory condition coal miners developed from breathing in dirt and dust due to poor air quality underground in the mines. So technically he doesn’t have it, but I defy you to listen to him when he coughs and tell me otherwise. And as germs are wont to do, they’ve since spread to my defenseless body and are having a lot of fun playing a one-sided game of “You Can’t Breathe Through Your Nose.” The rules are you’re not allowed to lay down on your back or your side or generally assume any comfortable position conducive to sleep. Which meant that 4am this morning found me sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, mouth-breathing, watching America’s Funniest Home Videos. And let me tell you, absolutely nothing is funny at 4am. Unless gin is involved.
So today I’m a congested and sleep deprived monster. But it’s okay, pale and tragic looks really good on me. But because my mental capacity is understandably diminished from excess phlegm (sexy!), today’s post is an easy one. Tuesday Tunes are back! I should mention that I love Earth Wind & Fire. And it’s officially September, which means we can all dance our butts off to this disco classic. Except not me, because I am dying.
My mother was somewhat of a disco girl in her day (rumor has it she even owned a denim jumpsuit, I can’t even) so I feel like I heard this song growing up more than most kids my age. I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t know a single word of the song other than “September.” I mostly make some weird high-pitched noises along with the chorus and hope for the best. A la this moment (one of my all time favorites) from Friends:
Now that totally made me feel better.
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Hi! My name is Erin.
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