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.

pros and cons to having a sick boo for two days.

pros:

having my bff with me all day long.
an endless supply of cuddles.
perfecting my grilled cheeses.
srsly. golden goodness. mmm.
mommy practice.
toy story shaped chicken noodle soup.
movie marathons.
sleeping in.

cons:
grocery shopping alone.
giving up control of the remote.
thank heavens i snuck in an episode of the vineyard.
going through separation anxiety now that he's healed.

sidenote:
my sister started sending me daily pictures of nicolas cage.
i don't think she's ever going to stop.
it's times like this i hate modern technology.

blah blah blah and cats.

i had every intention of writing a list

of things i have learned in all my years of life

that school could never teach me.

but instead,

i'm in freak out mode.

my normal self packs for trips a week in advance.

but here i am, the day before girls camp,

without a single thing in my bag. 

i don't even know who i am anymore.

i couldn't go to sleep saturday night because

i kept telling myself i needed a headlamp.

a headlamp is better than a flashlight 

especially when it comes to using the bathroom late at night.

i'm washing all our clothes

just so i can dirty them up with dirt and sunshine and sweat.

i'm only allowed to wear long pants

and i'm trying to convince myself leggings count as long pants.

my house is a mess.

i hate going on any sort of trip 

and coming home to a house that isn't spotless.

it sends me into a depressed panicky state. 

and while i'm grateful it has contained itself

to an area other than my face,

can someone please explain why

i'm getting ridiculous bacne at the age of twenty-three?

oh, i forgot the best part.

we leave tomorrow.

at 5:30 am.

halp.

life is winning right now. 

proof is in the pudding.

when i searched "sad cat," i found this.

the internet knows how much i hate him. 

stop trying to ruin internet katz for me!

tainted love.

in less than forty minutes,

i have received the following valentine's

and almost thrown up three times as a result.

bless the people in the world

who know of my deep disdain for nicolas cage

and find pleasure in exploiting it. 

 'bless' is code for 'i will cut you.'

i refuse to let these horrifying images

[so.much.chest.hair]

ruin my day. 

happy valentine's day.

love is great.