Ugh.

[judecorp]

I have successfully worn myself out. This morning I found out that I have strep throat. I have never in my entire life had strep throat. I guess sleeping 2-4 hours/night for the past week will do that to you.

A long recap:

Friday night I went to binkiegirl's house for the most delicious cake in the universe. She made me yellow cake with chocolate frosting, and the layers were split with chocolate and peanut butter. Mmm. She also made homemade peanut butter ice cream for me, which I wish I had for my throat. Ow. dietbubba got out of work early to celebrate with us, yay! Bink gave me this cool Superman toy (with kryptonite-resistant claw! because q=d) and a book where you fill in goofy things about yourself. Very cool.

Saturday morning I left for the City, and everything was wonderfully on time and there was no hassle. YAY! We hung around Saturday until it was time to go into the City to see Black 47, but it ended up being a bummer because Kir had a toothache and Jodie and Mark quarrelled and then Mark and I got into it after. Phooey.

Sunday was very relaxing and fun. Ed likes me! I was really surprised but touched by that.

Monday involved getting up way too early after almost no sleep. I was sick and had a fever and a sore throat but had to go into work and was just a mess. Ugh. I went to bed at 9pm and I'm still in bad shape, but I called in sick today to go to the doctor and get antibiotics. Bleh.

I had these things waiting for me when I got home. Thanks so much!
1 Dido CD from reveries
1 Indigo Girls CD from jennafei
1 collection of Kerouac letters, 1 book of lists, and lots of haikus from ennuiennui
1 knights in armor coloring book and 3 smurf figurines from kyoki_tenchi

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Comments

[rizzo41.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you have strep. I used to get that all the time as a kid and it is absolutely no fun. May lots of hard candy and sweet tea come your way and I seriously hope you don't have to take the medicine that smells like rancid cherries.

As for Saturday, I'm sorry it sucked. Though I think quarreled is a strong word, I know that I was a pretty wet blanket afterwards. There wasn't enough whiskey in the bar to shake me out of that funk. I just barely held it together until you and Kir left. Maybe next time you visit the third time will be a charm and we'll have fun.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I hope so. Yeah, quarreled is a strong word but I'm sick and not entirely thinking clearly. I would say that what Mark and I did after we got back to his place, though, was certainly quarreling. I'm sorry it happened. Bleh.

Someday things will be good. Someday. And thanks. No rancid cherries, just zithromax. Woot.