I feel like I just got hit by a bus. A charter bus. Filled with hooligan underground body builders. In the middle of a riod rage. Even the driver.
I realllllly, reallllly hope that this is the end of my cold. I hate feeling this weak. It's like I can't walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like I'm gonna pass out. I hate that! Stupid cold. Stupid stupid cold. I hate you.
Today is Valentine's day which only means that I'm two weeks away from the best birthday dinner ever.......my mother's corned beef and cabbage cooked slowly in a pot of guiness for hours and hours and hours until it becomes so succulent, it melts in your mouth. AND IT'S ALL FOR ME. hoooooooo yea - I'm excited. yum yum yum. I can taste it right now and it's 8 in the morning. yum.