Sniff, Honk Honk!

I'm getting a cold and I'm pissed off about it. I have no idea where this came from and why all of the sudden my entire head is stuffed up, but I'm really ticked off. One of my co-workers was sick this past week and I'm so totally blaming it on her! I hate being sick. Yes, I'm sure the rest of you love it. However, I was the child who got sick all the time. It was during that phase when they wouldn't take your tonsils out even if you were dying, which I was. So I was stuck taking stupid chewable pills because I was too ascared to swallow pills at that time. Lovely memories.

I love it when you tell people you are sick and they ask you what you did. Well...last night, after I took a cold shower, I ran outside naked and rolled in the grass and then went to bed under the fan on high. Gee...I have no idea what I did to deserve a fricking stuffy nose!

I don't have time to be sick and why am I getting a cold just in time for my BIRTHDAY! Annoying!

I was to spend today doing homework...so not motivated. I blame it all on Schmoopie. The minute he lays on me, I have to go to sleep. There is no choice in the matter. Not to mention, he knows I don't feel well, so he's coming over to try to comfort me and because of the nice blankie he makes on me, I immediately fall asleep. So I blame him or I'm simply narcoleptic. I wonder if I could get a job that requires napping. I'm sure my MBA will help me secure that one.

Tomorrow, I'm going to my friend MWs house for our "six pack weekend". We plan on watching a bunch of movies that showcase very fit men in little clothing, such as The 300, Casino Royale (why is it that 007 manages to have his shirt off in just about every scene, yet Mr. Jason Bourne has not done so in the last 2 in the series?!) and Troy with Brad Pitt. I am making my infamous lasagna and we are going to veg out and pig out and ogle men all day. I can't wait.

But now I have to go blow my nose. Honk!