happy birthday to me
I'm sick. I've been feeling something not good in my chest since last week. Wednesday I couldn't stop sneezing/blowing my nose. Yesterday was my birthday, so I took off, for the first time since February vacation in grade school. Had met some friends for dinner last night since they were nice enough to come from RI (thanks everyone) to see me. Got home and crashed. This morning woke up and found a giant grizzly thing living in my throat. Sufficed to say I took off again. I sound like crap, I'm blowing my nose like every 2 mins and I've got a head/throat ache. NOT to mention the air is ridiculously dry so my sinuses are all cracked and also not happy with me. So yeah, happy birthday Sarah. :P
Luckily my cat can't get sick from me, so I at least have her to keep my company. Why is it I always get sick when I have something funish planned? I don't get it at all. I also have to clean because we have relatives coming from NY tomorrow and I need to disinfect everything. So while I wish I could sit on the couch and watch chic-flix all day and wallow in self-misery, ain't gonna happy.
*sigh*