My friend Nessa (the best photographer around) is coming to visit this weekend! Preparing to have the best photos of me in existence taken. And to have way too much fun.
I love him. Bah, this is so great.
I feel like I’m drunk.
But I’ve only had 4 nyquil tablets, 4 glasses of orange juice and two pieces of toast today.
My ears hurt. I’ve never had an ear ache in the entirety of my existence. I now sympathize with screaming infants on airplanes.
I should work tomorrow. They probably hate me because I’ve been missing work for personal funsies lately, but I’m legitimately sick. Can’t I just stay home and get better?
I wanna get better damn it.
Somebody come cuddle me.
I should get some more water, but walking with my legs is difficult when I just want to curl up and die.