I just can’t catch a god damned break. First, the stinking Strep and accompanying fever that makes me sweat like a fat man. Then I am robbed of the Duran Duran concert. THEN I’m robbed of my next date with 3D. Plus there’s nothing to watch on TV. Nothing. Not a damned thing. That’s right, kids. Guess who’s still stuck at home in bed with a sore freaking throat. It’s me! It’s me!
Then, just like a cherry on a tragic sundae (only a different tragic sundae than One Date Wonder wrote about the other day), I get my period. Early.
Sometimes, it’s just not worth it to crawl out of bed and attempt to make it out of bed. Perhaps I’ll just roll over and go right back to sleep until tomorrow.
Here’s the only good thing to happen today, Foxy was kind enough to go on a mission and bring my applesauce and gossip rags. Now I can eat without wanting to weep and I can read all about Britney Spear’s alleged baby bump. That’s just what girl needs to get her through another craptastic day.
Ugh, I think I have a fever again…