Third day of being sicky icky. Allowing myself to record how I feel right now is quite difficult to do. Though I know I must. I can breathe out one nostril (my left one to be exact.) I couldn't really taste the Taco Bell Kristine brought me... but I'm sure it woulda been absolutely delish if I would have had the privilege of owning taste buds that functioned properly at the moment. I've been in my pjs since about five this evening (Green ones with cute little book worms on them that Aiden loves looking and pointing at.) Currently listening to: Cobra Starship "Hot Mess"
Yesterday I felt horrible, today I managed. If all goes well tomorrow will be awesome :-) Kristiney beany came over to keep my sick little self company and watch Bucket List. After all, she is the one that got me sick to begin with... So keeping me entertained at my death bed was the least she could do...
Kidding Kristine!
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