Hey, guess what. I'm sick. Still. And I am honestly not sure if I'm feeling better or worse. Bed is nice ( Read more... )

I am such a whiny bitch sometimes. And by "sometimes" I mean "often." And by "often" I mean "always ( Read more... )

i'm drinking strawberry ginger ale. it's gross. and yet ( Read more... )

It is to ouch ( Read more... )

I'm still very sick, but I am halfway through Chapter Sixteen, which is good for me. I think I hate the plot, though. But I'll deal with that later. When it's finished. Which it will be. By next month ( Read more... )

I am dying, yo. I do not like this one little bit ( Read more... )

I'm ugh, and I have to leave in a few minutes. Actually I should have left, like, two hours ago, but this is me here.

My family is slowly killing me. As is this fucking cold/flu/sinus infection/whatever the hell that won't go away. And I'm whiny.

And the world is spinning. I admire that.

I fell asleep around 10:00 last night. Woke up at 12:00ish, when Ry came home and kicked me off the couch. Went to bed. Slept until 2:00 or so. Woke up and stayed awake until 6:00 this morning, at which point I went back to bed until 12:30. Nice sleep. And the best part is that, for almost four hours, I could breathe through my nose and ( Read more... )

1.) I hate people ( Read more... )

I have to go my aunt and uncle's anniversary party tomorrow. Here's hoping that it won't suck ( Read more... )