Dare to be different and learn to be lonely

Despite being sick (since Tuesday, but I didn't stop working until Friday afternoon) I went to Ikea with my mom yesterday. Not smart, but it was the last chance before her vacation and I desperately needed a new office chair. The one I currently have has been broken for a long time and it can't move up anymore, resulting in me sitting at the height of a toddler while I'm on my computer. Not cool.
I had done research beforehand, and I had found two chairs to check out. (Protip: always make a list before going to Ikea to prevent yourself going crazy with want;) Unlike other stores in the Netherlands that close at 5 p.m., Ikea was open until 8 on Saturday, so we could take our time. So mom picked me up around 11.45 in the morning for the 75 minute drive up north to Groningen. (fun fact: I was a med student there, waaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the late eighties/early nineties). We managed to get everything of our list within about an hour, go us! I didn't have to think about the chairs too long; one of them just didn't look good up close. Unexpectedly the cheaper of the two turned out to be my obvious favorite and the best choice. Because we were done so quickly we decided to put all our stuff in the car and catch the bus into town for a bit of clothes-shopping (and possibly a tiny trip down memorylane;)
When we got to the busstop I was pleasantly surprised by a promotional poster of HBO's series Magic City; I didn't know we could even watch HBO in the Netherlands!

( Oh, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, fancy meeting you here! )

I'm still feeling rather poorly. In addition to the sore throat, the headache and the barkingcough, my ears have started hurting. And the nap I took this afternoon left me feeling even worse, so I'm worried to lay back down when I go to bed later, because I woke up coughing like crazy and almost choking on snot. *pouts* Oh, also: I have no voice left. None whatsoever; no sexy gravelly sound, not even a whisper. When I try to speak I feel like Buffy in Hush, it's terrifying. Since I already know I won't be fit enough to work tomorrow I have sent an e-mail to my boss explaining the situation. (We have to call in every sickday, no matter what kind of plague we're suffering from, it's exhausting). So at least I don't have to worry about that in the morning.

Since I live on my own and my family is out of the country next week, I don't need to talk out loud at the moment, but I do want to be able to yell at the internet and my television again. *pouts some more*