Ugh.

I'm sick.

I can't freakin' believe it!

I'm not a sick person! But boy, when I get sick, I get SICK.

I don't mean to be a guy about it, I'm not like crying for mommy or anything, I don't mind taking care of myself, 'm just freakin' annoyed by the fact that it wipes me out.

I'm dizzy, I don't feel good, my head is all stuffy, and boy, does it hurt to turn my neck.

It SUCKS not having insurance.

Ooh, and my fingetips are numb. Is that normal for the flu?

Luke and I started looking at apartments in Atlanta yesterday, which of course, means that we started the arguing over apartments yesterday. I have an area of town that I want to live in because it will be convenient for both of us for work, and he has a price issue, which I totally get, but I'm a little more concerned about WHERE we live.

Funfunfun.

Funny!

Ok, so I just thought my boss asked me if I was trying to die.

What she really asked me was "Are you trying to dial."

My boss is Israeli and has a very thick accent.

I was kind of scared for a second, there.