No, I don’t want to talk about last night. Although hanging out with Amy was massively fun.
Now, I am sick.
My body doesn’t want to follow my brain’s order to move. My throat is killing me. But thank god for Mucinex clearing out my lung last night or I wouldn’t have been able to sleep.
Next week at work is going to be hell too.
Good. Great. Grand. Wonderful. No yelling on the bus!
Like I said.