2019-09-23 - Being Sick is Like Taking a Day Off But in a Dead Person's Body

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Safeway is full of zombies and completely out of chicken soup.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : save yourself, love

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : So you're saying -don't- lick people?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : no, but that won't save me

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Jesus, you as well?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : cops are dropping like panties at the platinum cabaret. i definitely caught it from one of them.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : <After a longer pause than is necessary to type a paragraph, let alone a word.> Probably! 😊

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i heard all that

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : in my head i heard it all

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Dunno what you're talking about love, must be the fever.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i don't even... fuck i better not have a fever too

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Half these buggers are sweating like it's striptease day in lane 4.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : what. no. i can't have the flu.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : This is not what they mean by 'Blue Flu.' Sutton, you're doing it wrong.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Although, thinking about it...

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : this is not amusing. bennie's been in bed for four days. four. days.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I'm holding in a lot of words right now and I'd like it to be known that it's only because you might be dying that I'm holding them back. This is a gift you only get once.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : are you taunting me because i feel too shit to come after you?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : are you 100% sure i feel to shit to come after you?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I have stairs.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : ... fine. you're right. but eventually i'm going to be able to get up those stairs.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Sure.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Hey does this mean I get a dog?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i haven't heard from easy, but ... yeah maybe

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I fucking love silver linings.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : everyone's miserable and you're like PUPPY

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Well, yeah. I feel fine.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : shit i spilled bourbon all over this bed

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Again, I fucking love silver linings.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : rude

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : 'Remember to rehydrate.' There. Balance.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : you're kind of a dick when i can't hit you

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I'm kind of a dick when you can.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You've been blinded by my house and comfy bed.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : yeah, it's horrible when you feed me, you ass

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : My comfy, comfy, un-bourbon'd bed.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : rude

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : it's a big bed

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you over how cozy it is to spread out.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i will taze you

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i saw at least 3 people with tissues when i went to the ice machine 🙁 we're all going down

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : This is what happens when you don't spend twenty years breathing in coal and factory fumes. Your bloodlines are weak.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You've got everything handled, right? Don't need anything?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : are you trying to offer me tithings so i don't taze you later?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You're going to taze me anyway. The offer won't help and I accept that.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : you're way smarter than you look, love

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Not saying much I look like an idiot right now.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : English humor isn't going to save you

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I already told you, I've accepted my fate.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : You want me to bring any of your stuff over?

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : no, i have most... wait could you see if i left my St. Michael there?

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Shelf in the bathroom.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : oh good. thanks, love. i thought i'd lost it somewhere

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I'll drop it off.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : if you feel that's wise 😈

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Yeah fuck it.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : french fries. i need fries.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Ooh, thanks. I was wondering what to chuck together.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : When I get back out of bed. I've got the laziness part of the flu.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : this isn't the flu.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I've seen less pale bags in a bingo hall than I saw lurking under the eyes of people at the checkout.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : fuck. i'm gonna need my giant med bag. just roll by and throw it at room. um.. what i this. 11? 14? fuck i'll check the door later.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : I'm gonna enjoy this walk. Do it when I've got food in me.

(TXT to Carver) Sutton : i'll figure out the room number, you do all the moving. settled.

(TXT to Sutton) Carver : Settled.