Sick Day

I've been fighting off THE FUNK for well over two weeks now. Usually I panic at the first sign of illness and rush to thy docta, but life is so busy that I haven't the time to be under the weather. I sort of just ignored it, and it would go away and come back and go away and come back again, never really exploding into a full-on sickfest until yesterday. I called the doctor early in the day and pleaded with his nurse to convince him to just call in a Rx for me, I know I have whatever it is that my husband had last week, please just prescribe me a Z-pack and let's not waste anyone's time with an actual appointment. And it worked! She called something in for me and I left work early to pick it up and I popped the first pill in the parking lot on the way out. Unfortunately I didn't feel any better this morning, instead my throat was practically swollen shut, so I took the day off from work to rest up and re-experience the awfulness that is daytime television.

I couldn't seem to sit still today to actually rest. That pesky list of things that you should do but never get around to doing kept running through my head. Clean out the closet and file away old bills and vacuum (again) and cook something in bulk and do your nails. I did a ton of laundry and dishes and vacuumed and got my nails done and cooked up a batch of the Gourmet Nutrition peanut butter banana post-workout bars, and I even did the upper body pyramid workout that I was supposed to have done yesterday but didn't feel well enough to. At around 2:30 I finally settled down, ho-hummed around the Internet (why is it that all my favorite bloggers only post when I don't have the time to read it? Because when I'm at home with a whole day to fuck off no one ever publishes anything new! WHY?), and tried again to find something on t.v. I settled for Rachael Ray's talk show thingie. I only wanted to gouge my eyes out from the sound of her unbearable voice a few times, and that desire made me forget about being sick. Thank you, Rachael Ray.

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We watched LA Ink last night and I must say, I still have a serious girl crush on Kat Von D but I do believe she is on drugs. She's single now (I HAVE A CHANCE!) (when and why did she divorce Oliver?) and she has lost a ton of weight. She's semi-spastic and it disturbs me. I'm no Colombian drug lord but I have done my fair share of smoking and snorting things that I shouldn't have (in HIGH SCHOOL people, and briefly after I dropped out of college the first time) (I'm a WINNER!) so I pride myself on recognizing the signs of a drug user. (What a skill!) She's still super hot, drugs or not. But I liked her better when she was more curvy and mellow.

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Ethan is moving up to the 2-year old room on Monday.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Horrible, horrible news. And such short notice! He's only... he's not even... he's only like 19 months old! 20 months old? Anyway, he's too young! And I love his teachers in the 1-year old room. This breaks my heart. The 2-year old room is the room of total and complete insanity. Tantrums. Potty training. INSANITY! I'm not ready. He might be, but I most certainly AM NOT.