Thursday, December 24, 2009
I feel like ass. Total ass. I am running 102 fever, my parents are no longer coming, and my room smells like syrup.
I don't know why my room smells like syrup, I am thinking because I keep sweating when my fever breaks. I don't like the smell of syrup.
I also have a stellar appetite. That means I won't even lose a few lbs with this deathly illness. And I say "deathly" because I keep thinking of Britney Murphy dying after complaining of "flu like symptoms."
Needless to say, I have gotten myself pretty worked up. I might die.
The only positive things are the following:
1) Iddy and Pa are in Austin and taking care of my bebes.
2) I have a new kick ass vacuum cleaner, that I am too sick to use right now, so that isn't really positive. Is it?
3) Robert Pattinson is walking the same earth that I am. Looking up at the same stars. Sigh.
4) There is a "First 48" marathon on. I love a good homicide investigation.
That is all I can think of right now. Not a lot of positive, but I know that Jesus would like me to at least try. Try I did. Because I am sweet and kind like that. And shockingly pretty.
Seriously, my bed smells really weird. Kind of like barbecue sauce. You know when you smell something that smells kind of good. But it shouldn't smell like what you are smelling because you know for a fact that what you are smelling should not be there.
That is kind of how I feel right now. Coco has not been eating pancakes, waffles OR ribs in bed. Promise. Gross. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
OK, I am going to lay here and cry some more. Poor pitiful Coco.
But you know what? If this is the most terrible thing that has happened to me in a loooonnnnngggggg time......then I am doing pretty okay.
Merry Christmas everyone!!!
ta-ta for now.