Sick
I'm sick. I feel like crap. My eyes are gooped over. I'm supposed to mow the yard. My thought hurts. I have to put a bunch of stuff in the attic. Breathing hurts. I have to weed eat. I nearly passed out walking home today. The party has been canceled for tomorrow. Some people are still showing up because they already had travel plans. I plan on being passed out tomorrow from 7:00 to whenever.
Nat made me chicken soup. What a gal.
I'm going to go collapse.