We're getting married in 10 days and not only am I still sick but I feel like I may be getting WORSE. I'm feeling exactly how I felt when this whole monstrosity of an illness began. Maybe it's my fault for not going to a doctor but who can afford that? I certainly can't with all the wedding related stuff I've shelled out scratch for over the past few weeks. And I can't go to the doctor every time I have the sniffles. But who knew these sniffles/cough would last 9 days and counting? This is the pits, man. At least I'm sleeping through the night. Then again, I'm spitting into a garbage can. So they probably cancel each other out.
I'm not a happy camper today.
My bachelorette party is in 3 days. That's something to look forward to. Put a little pep in my step. Phoebe is taking me to the zoo, weather permitting, which is awesome because I haven't been there since...probably the last time I went with Phoebe. Then I guess we're going to dinner somewhere. I've been instructed to be hungry, be comfortable, and be adorable. I can cover all of those things I think. Those are the kinds of demands I like! Then it's off to the all-chick shin-dig, followed by the co-ed shindig. It's going to be a long day, a long night, and I really can't wait. If I die before then, it would really be a shame.
I started getting all philosophical and introspective about...me, I guess. I erased it. Fuck that noise. Sitting around, getting deep, is really only going to put me in a worse mood. And being in a worse mood is not going to help my health improve in the next 10 days. I'm probably being punished for making fun of yoga. And I am certain I will be punished for plotting to destroy a cricket that is somewhere close to where I am. I can't find it but when I do, it's stoppin' time. I get stomped on enough already so it won't be anything new. Silencing this cricket forever will be worth it. Now where are you hiding, my pet??
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