Fever peaked at 103 last night. It’s come down a little bit, but hasn’t broken yet.
I don’t have any acetaminophen (which I could have sworn I had). I’m trying to eat a little something so I can take some ibuprofen. Because my head is killing me, I haven’t eaten in hours, and because, you know, FEVER.
I need sleep.
And the two customer service reps we have in SLC didn’t come in today.
Between that and the fact that the new system is pretty slow, I ain’t gettin shit done.
I should have seriously considered a liquid lunch.
While she had it in her hands, I told her to watch out for my vibrator.
She immediately dropped it.
Tim and I cracked up.
Me - when Tim and I were talking to the kids about we “old people” having sex.
There may or may not have also been a walker reference in there somewhere.
It’s Friday. YAY.
I have the next two days off (obviously), then a 3-day work week, and then FOUR WHOLE DAYS OFF. Those days won’t come soon enough, I promise you that. I could definitely use some “me” time.
My mother and bio-sis were supposed to come over for dinner last night (about which I have this HUGE post planned), but they didn’t get on the road in time. I shouldn’t be surprised. My mother will be late for her own funeral.
The stress over the family visit caused my face to erupt, literally overnight. Cold sores suck. Let’s hope it disappears as quickly as it reared its ugly head, since my family didn’t actually come over.
No kissing this weekend (see above). This bugs me. A. LOT.
I’m so tempted to eat the other half of my sandwich from lunch. I know I will seriously regret giving into that temptation, though. So it’s just sitting on my desk, taunting me. Bitch.
I just ate it.