I am so sick of being sick.
My brain is fuzzy. Work is dragging. At lunch I went home and crawled into bed. When boyfriend woke me up from my nap, it took me a second to remember where I was or what I was doing.
I cannot type correctly. I just want to go home and watch me some House.
Can I just say, BTW, that I think House is one sexy sexy man. I can’t even explain it.
But between Edward and House, my evening has got to suck less than it does right now!