01.24.2006 at 2:49 pm
the one that says SNORT
i am sick. *sniffle* my cheekbones feel like they have been filled with cement and throughout the day it has hardened into granite. *snort* my throat feels as though i have taken a piece of steel wool and scraped it down the inside of my esophagus. i am having a hard time concentrating on much more than the mountain of symptoms i seem to be getting throughout the day. *cough*
and this has been going on since saturday. well...except for sunday, when God gave me a reprieve for the birthday party. *sneeze* but since then it has been an uphill battle.
i can't wait to go home and take some nyquil because it has just enough alcohol. just enough. that's all i want.
here's a picture. only because i feel like this entry TOTALLY SUCKS because I FEEL LIKE CRAP. this is the lake where chris would love to live one day. ... he doesn't want to live in the lake. just near it. like right next to it. so he can walk out from his deck on the back of his dream house and walk down to the lake and fish if he wants. i doubt it ever happens, but if we could buy the land (and by could, i mean if the people who own it would ever sell it -- because it looks like they never will), we would in a heartbeat.
xoxo
tell me i'm beautiful...
||
