So, I'm still sick. Hating every minute of it. I have no energy to do anything.
I haven't eaten all day so I'm eating out of my food here, as my legs feel like little wooden pillars.
But I can't taste it. It's like I'm eating air. It has no flavor, at all, whatsoever.
When I called Mom tonight, she mistook me for her brother. She thought Uncle Dan was prank-calling her. Turns out it was little old me, sounding like I've dropped from the altos to the tenors and onward down to the basses.
I woke up at 4 this morning and felt like I was drowning in ice water. Having finally gotten some oxygen and gotten warm again I dozed off until 7 when I woke up thinking I'd joined a desert commune.
I have a Powerpoint presentation tomorrow, but I don't know if I'll even have a voice to actually GIVE it.
So, tomorrow night is Twilight. I have my cough drops ready. I am prepared.
And now, for a moment of fan freakout. Please look away if you don't want to be reminded how crazy I am...
Ta,
Bec
GO TEAM EDWARD!
NO TO FUR, YES TO VENOM!
I LIKE MY MEN STONE-COLD, SPARKLING, AND THIRSTY.
EDWARD-YOU ARE MY BRAND OF HEROIN (sigh)
HE'S NOT MEAN, HE JUST LOOKS THAT WAY WHEN THERE'S TASTY HUMANS AROUND.
HAVE A BIT MORE BEAR, EMMETT?
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