Sexy Results

It's a good thing, my friends, that I'm so full of love all the time lately. Because let me tell you, I could easily, easily be a hater right now. But I'm not. And what better timing with tomorrow being the big VD and all! Despite the sort of gross stuff that's going on, I'm still full of love. Awww!

I think I might have strep throat. This would be the self-diagnosed variety - you see, I didn't go to the doctor because really, who has time or money for that right now? My throat felt all warmly clammy yesterday, and I was headachy and out of it and delirious. And I think there's something in the back of my throat that's not usually there. Oh, and also, one of my students had strep this week. So even though I didn't know whether or not I had it, I got some antibiotics and started taking them yesterday. Yay for my father!

I don't know if it's the sickness or the pills or the mind frame right now, but things are a teensy bit funny...For example, my lips and fingertips taste funny. They taste really bitter, like one of those ointments you put on kids thumbs to stop them from sucking them. Or earwax. Either way, they tasted bad and bitter. And also, I kept smelling something like ham that had been sitting out for too long! It's like somebody unpacked the groceries and left the packet of ham out on the counter for a few days and it's still there! Rest assured, there is no ham in my apartment. I hate ham. Especially unexpected ham. But that's another story for another time. Anyhow, my senses are all out of whack. Oh, and also I keep laughing at everything today. Mostly when I've been at home, alone. Everything is hilarious.

All my glasses are dirty in the sink, stained with the residue of Emergen-C packets and Airborne tablets because that's all I drink. Leftover tomato soup is sitting on the stove, growing a skin. My hair is way beyond unwashed. There are pills spilled on the floor (I'm serious - I'm so lazy I haven't picked them up yet). My hoodie/pajamas uniform is obviously very sexy...all the kleenex on the floor, however, is not.

Cloudy liquids and pills and effed up senses, right in time for Valentine's Day. Who doesn't want to get with this?!