Now picture me fightin' back, picture the ass kickin', picture his ass flippin' down the stairs, and me at the top, smilin', he should have stop wildin'. I am at the absolute pinnacle of my attractiveness at this very moment. Scrubby with my hair in a messy ponytail, a sweatshirt that I should have probably washed before wearing, jeans, sneakers with mud on them, my ooold, faded Hard Rock Paris shirt, and best of all, my red, sore, flaky nose and chapped lips. Coughing and gagging all over the place, blowing buckets of snot out of my nose, breathing like I'm asthmatic ALL THE TIME. Ahh, the joys of being sick. Started Thursday with a tickle in my throat that I thought might have been because of all the crying we did Wednesday and Thursday, with Mitch's funeral and seeing Cassie and Kelsey and that sort of thing, but it wasn't that at all. I was getting sick. Friday, it escalated into a near paralyzing headache (so bad my TEETH hurt), and a sore throat. I thought I might have menengitis. If you'll recall, I was just, not that long ago, sick. In fact, I had only been well for about a week when I came down with this, and I always brag about how I'm not often VERY sick, but kabam! My immune system is SHOT right now. Just when I was going to go on a good diet/exercise regime, it's gotta be pushed off. Even walking upstairs basically strips out my lungs right now, I'm sure that they're full of awful stuff. I was incapacitated all weekend, including yesterday, when I took care time I didn't have available to me at work because I had no choice, which put me on a verbal warning for care time. At this point, I need to have perfect attendance for one month to get off of verbal warning, which will be alright. Speaking of work, I am actually getting pretty excited about the Festive Gala that our company holds each year in lieu of a Christmas party. Last year, I wasn't so excited as none of my workmates were going, so I was on my own with my mom and dad, and it wasn't too cool, but I think Kellie, Alain and Denis will be coming to this one (Denis will be coming as my 'date', haha), so it should be alright, we always have a blast out together. Furthermore, Denis wants to go out afterwards, so it should be loads of fun. :) Holly (a true Jane Austen connasieur) just said this in relation to Keira Knightley's new adaptation of Pride and Prejudice and how she will avoid it: but not only the plague, i am avoiding it like a hospital full of people i hate who have the plage and want to inject me with needles full of it anf it's across a canyon full of sharks and ferocious cephalopods and i would have to cross a rickety old bridge covered in non-hairy spiders and hermit crabs which is falling apart and also blowing in the wind
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