Wednesday night, I went to bed (late of course, finishing up an assignment) having no clue that when I woke up Thursday morning it would feel like I had gotten hit by a freaking freight train. But I did. Naturally. Flu? Sinus infection? Cold? I dunno. All I know is I feel like hell, I'm blowing goblins out of my nose and my ears keep hurting.
The past four days are a blur of Nyquil and sleep, and I still don't feel better. I have an appointment at Schiffert today, and if they don't prescribe me some antibiotics for this thing, some shit is going to go DOWN to CHINATOWN. See? I can't even write under the auspices of this thing.
The good news is I did manage to make it down to Roanoke to finally pick up my new backup glasses, even though my ears didn't like me so very much for the trip there and back. It's only taken 21 years, but I finally have a pair of glasses that aren't heavy, don't make my eyes look weird, and I finally look like the ADORABLE indie rock goddess I profess to be. Scope out my profile picture and see.
And since you, my patient, gentle reader, have sat through my bitching, I'll throw in a cute cat photo for free. LINA SAMMICH!
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