Sicky McSicks-a-lot

I'm not going to lie - I hate being sick.

It stinks.  And, unfortunately - this consumed my entire three-day weekend. I'm not bitter.

(Yes, yes I am.)

I'm a really bad, mean sick person. Like, imagine the most heinous beast, and that's me when I am sick. I'm worse than Ryan is when he's sick. Because Ryan may exaggerate, but I turn into a raging troll with a raw red nose. (I would take a photo but I don't want to give anyone nightmares.)

But, anyhow - I slept a lot of the weekend. Most of the rest of time was spent coughing, hacking, moaning and blowing my nose. When I did try to go out of the house, I returned so exhausted that I slept the rest of the day on the couch with the dogs. (I think they kinda like sick Kim, because I spend lots more time with them.)

It's probably best that Ryan wasn't around to feel my wrath. Although, if you tried to tell me this yesterday, I wouldn't have agreed. I didn't like having to get my own soup.

So, since I have a final exam on Wednesday which I have yet to study for (unless you count that one hour that I tried to study but retained nothing), and since I didn't do a single thing on my woulda-been productive 3-day weekend, I will be taking a blog hiatus for a few days.

Send some good thoughts my way. Like "get-an-A-on-your-test, feel-better and check-items-of-the-list" thoughts would be great. 

Talk to you soon.