Sick!

I'm sick I'm sick, I'm sick. I'll spare you the gory details. Suffice to say, there re gory details to which you are being spared. Oy, I don't feel like writing. Especially since the only thing I did was sleep and, well, gory details. So... yeah. Blah blah blah, required words. Sorry, but I feel like hell. Don't want to write! I ate a croissant and most of a potato today. That's my big, exciting news.

[Sigh]

I was supposed to give blood tomorrow. Needless to say, that's not happening. So, hey, how 'bout that Christmas? It's, like, in two days! Woo!

Ugh, bed.