And for once, it's not my mom. For the first time in ages, I'm sick.
Coughing, fever, headache. I worked 6 hours and 20 fucking minutes yesterday. I'm on my feet the entire time. All achey and shit. I'm calling in sick today.
Despite taking Tylenol PM I couldn't sleep. I slept in bits, actually. My mom got attacked by a cheetah in my dream. I worked at a factory. I woke up coughing. About an hour ago I had a 102.8 fever. But thanks to extra strength Tylenol [not Pm] I'm down to 99. And my window is open and the cold air is so relieving. It might rain again.
Right now it's 6:54. My mom went to our local grocery store to get Eggos and pudding so I can eat something soft. I tried soup this morning but the salt was irritating to my throat.
Maybe I'll sleep now.
Oh but first: C brought me a care package yesterday =] I was supposed to go out to her beach house but since I was sick I stayed home. So she came out with soup, popcorn, root beer, and later went to Macaroni Grill and bought herself, my mom, and me chocolate cake. It was delicious. She stayed with me til i got terribly sleepy, tucked me into bed and left. I love her.
And I got my hair cut. It's all short and I like it.