Sick

Apologies for my absence. I've been sick. I HATE being sick. It should be something I'm used to, since I have, as my husband affectionally calls it, a "compromised immune system." He really isn't joking either. All the big events in my life, I can remember an illness associated with them. For example, I defended my thesis proposal in grad school with pneumonia. I spent my engagement and wedding day with mono (which is why Josh planned our wedding and I don't have a single picture from our wedding that is great - I literally could not keep my eyes open). Last year, I made a presentation at a board meeting at work but my head was so blocked I could barely hear. Not fun.

I should be used to being sick, since I'm sick often, but the fact is I'm a big baby. I complain a lot. I lay around, letting messes accumulate around me. I'm not fun to be with. I would be happy sleeping 23 hours a day. So, I'm giving my current illness one final day. I'm going to lay around watching Gossip Girl, sleep, and do nothing. Then, I want to feel better. I have a motorcycle ride to Chipolte that I've been putting off. And I'm going to put makeup on (I haven't wore makeup in days! I miss it!) and do my hair. And I'm going to actually write a decent post (I've written some pretty great ones in my head, doped up on Nyquil).