Christmas is over and I’m totally sick. I hate that I’m sick but I am. I guess the traveling caught up with me.
Despite my illness I’m at work right now. I have been crazy busy since Wednesday trying to get everything caught up for when my boss gets back into town on the 2nd. I’m skipping my lunch to write. I can’t eat anyway and am on a liquid diet as of this moment. (At least until I’m hungry I guess)
I got a ton of really cool gifts this season, a lot more than I have ever gotten due to the gift exchange at my man’s family Christmas get together. I’m glad we could share part of the holiday together.
Last night I had this awful dream. I can’t remember any of it but I know it was horrible. Then I realized that I was late for work and it wasn’t the weekend.
I moseyed into work about 45 minutes late and I didn’t care. I mean, I can’t breathe and they are lucky I even attempted to come to work. I’m dying here. I swear the medical industry cultivates meaner and meaner viruses for the next year so that each year you get slammed harder. It’s either that or I’m getting older.
Heaven forbid! Older.
Humph.
That’s ok if I’m older. I mean, soon I will be 35 and I honestly couldn’t be happier about it. I feel like I’m just started to really live. Things keep getting better and I can’t wait to see what the future brings. As long as it’s not another fat roll – I’m good.
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