Work called me today and asked me to come in. As much as i need the money, i feel like ass. If i can't breathe, i can't work.
This sniffling, stuffy, coughy, ouchy chest shit has got to end pretty quickly here. My mom asked if I had taken anything, and I reminded her of my hallucinations the last time I tried to take cold medicine. The only drug my body has ever refused is cold medicine. I go psychotic and it's no fun for anyone.
Danny called - I had sent him a letter last week with my parents phone number and when I would be there. It was nice to talk to him, especially since I haven't been able to go see him for two weeks. Two more months for him, poor thing.
I went over to Michael's tonight, and found him in a slightly better state than i am. We watched some Nip/Tuck and snuggled on the couch like the lethargic sickies that we are. I won't get to see him again until Thursday, and that's only if I am able to drive down to OC. I hate our schedules.
At least Thursday at midnight I'll have money.
He's cute even when he's making faces ...
okay, i've taken better pics, but it's me and heather ...
Heather and her new boy, Adam.
JT taking pictures while i was taking pictures and the germans were taking pictures ... it was a picture orgy, i tell ya.