Sunday: Goober and her family drive out to California. I am sad.
Monday: my 21st birthday! My cake was... odd... and awesome.
Tuesday: The cold of DEATH takes over my system. I spend the whole day in bed, playing games. I start to notice that I can't taste things.
Wednesday: I spend most of the day in my bed, and then I spill something all over it. The futon in the living room becomes my domain. I still can't taste things.
Thursday: I can sometimes taste things! I am still spending most of my time on the couch, however. I try to not be sick, and I manage to shower, get dressed, do a bit of exercise, and clean the kitchen a bit before I am driven back to the couch with a horribly upset stomach, a huge headache, and cramps that come out of nowhere. Also, Siri drops Caiti on Brekke, and Caiti's forehead comes into contact with Brekke's tooth. Result: Caiti's first stitches!
Friday: I didn't get to bed until 2 am (whenever I have a cold I have trouble falling asleep and have fallen into the practice of staying up doing things until I'm exhausted) and then had to get up at 6:30 to take Mother somewhere so she could go on a choir tour. Then I go to WalMart to get supplies for a party. Then I start shouting "Banana!" and laughing uncontrollably and being really cranky. I finally take a nap, but so late that I have little time to do things and I'm late for my own party. Also, I can taste and smell again, but almost completely lose my voice within a few hours.
Friday night: Sparkly sweethearts are gross, I love my cousins and their witty witty minds, yes I really am that aware of innuendo, I'm glad I'm not the only person who wonders how vampires get it on when they have no blood, and I will never think of baseball the same way again. Also: pants!
Saturday: I'm still coughing, my voice is still really low and sometimes I can't talk at all, I actually took a shower, got dressed, and did some laundry (note to self: go put the load in the dryer!!), and I'm way looking forward to going out to lunch with a friend of mine.
4 comments:
I hope you get better quickly. And come to think of it, I don't think I ever wished you a happy birthday. Well since I can't recall doing such, I now wish you a happy belated birthday with many more twilight mocking parties to come.
i want to see a picture of the cake your mom made!
Don't worry, dearest Goob, pictures are forthcoming. When I stop being so lazy. : P
Hurray for pants and baseball! :D
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