Being Sick.

I've got that nasty bug going around. On Tuesday at 3:00 I got goosebumps and knew I was on the brink of being sick. After all, my entire family was sick as I was stuck in the little cabin in the UP the other weekend. I've spent the last week wanting to sleep and just feeling like hell.

Ironically, Saturday afternoon I laid in bed sniffling with a big dog laying next to me in bed trying to soothe me with his rythmic breathing - I thought to myself, "this is the time when I actually wish I had a boyfriend ..." then giggled, reminding myself of Samantha in STC (the irony is that the show I was referring to was on that night).

Today I'm back at working trying to stay up and keep myself caffinated and drugged to be of use...