Okay, so it all started a couple of days before I wrote this post. I realized my little brothers would be leaving soon, the weather suddenly turned from glorious to miserable so we didn't go to a fair we had planned on going. People were getting sick left, right and center and worse of all:
I was starting to catch it!!
At some point during my sleep deprived, heavily medicated and delusional state, I decided to fiddle with one of the #HAWMC posts I had written (the one about the letter to my 16 year old self). It was pretty shabby (read: intoxicated) writing, but still, it was mine. It was a part of my story and now it's gone forever. I know, pretty pathetic when you think about it, but still, it makes me mad. I don't like messing with the stories in my posts (minus grammar, typos etc), so it really upset me to find that post wiped.
Anyway. Then I got sick.
The Bubs clocked me square in the jaw with his stupid "man-flu" plague. Turns out "man-flu" is sometimes legit, who knew?
Anyway, the point is:
- My brain is on fire.
- I missed a ton of posts, some out of stupidity, others out of sickness. It annoys me. It's like New Year's resolutions or giving up stuff for Lent: I. can. never. do. it!
- Also, I'm sticking my head in the microwave oven if I have to hear one more Disney song (come on, Dreamworks wins every time).
- Aaaaand a huge pity party is currently underway for each agonizing moment I spend clutched in the jaws of The Plague.
|The Reaper comes for those who shirk their duties. **AHHHHHHHH**|