I'm sick. I haven't been sick in two years. It's the shittiest of colds, and it's been going for a week now. I know, waaa waaa, but you forget when you're healthy this long how much this stuff sucks! All the meds, the kleenex, the sore throat... And can we talk about mucus for a moment? Sorry, I know this is gross, but we all deal with it. I am So. Tired. Of coughing. Up. Gunk. Really. My head and lungs are NOT big enough to hold all this stuff. I just keep hocking it up again and again. *Cough* cough* *gak* WHERE DOES IT ALL COME FROM???
So there's been that. And what do I wake up with this morning? Pink Eye! Yup, in addition to being sick, I'm grody. So there's that. Oh, and I started my period today. I'm so full of win I can't even stand it.
I had to skip out on seeing No Doubt tonight because of all of this. Yet another way I know I've become a grown up: I'm not even that upset about it. Well, I am, but I feel crappy enough that I know it's best for me to stay home and recooperate than to rally and go to the show and stay up late.
I've had some boy messiness. Long, long story. The gist: man who's drifted in and out of my life for the last seven years, turns out, not quite as involved as I'd thought. Oh, he's into me plenty, but not in any committed way. Or rather, in a way that could lead to a commitment. We're still talking it out, but really, thanks for playing, asshole.
This has all been in the last week. There's more to talk about, but I think this is enough for now. I can go into the Wyo house being sold (bad) and the upcoming two year anniversary of my comedy show (good) and that I'm hosting it (yikes) another time.