what i would give for a shot of nyquil right about now.

i feel like i'm dying.

scratchy throat.

itchy ears.

alternating stuffy nostrils.

a pounding head.

body aches.

you know, all the fun stuff.

before you tell me to pop some day/nyquil,

sit down to an antm marathon

and stop whining,

you need to know i'm that pregnant girl

who refuses to take any medication

no matter the circumstance.

even this death cold.

i sure wish i had some essential oils

or some other form of hippie voodoo to cure this cold.

or at least let me get some decent sleep.

until then,

i'll just have to stare at this gorilla face

until it hypnotizes me to sleep.

i feel it should be noted i found this image

by searching, "liz lemon sick."

what the what?

i'm just grateful i didn't accidentally stumble upon

an unwanted/vomit-inducing nic cage picture. 

p.s. we're going to b-dubbs tonight for a birthday dinner

 and i'm going to cry if my sense of taste isn't back by then.

i've been singing about wings for weeks. 

i need them.