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Return of the blergh.
Mar. 20th, 2007 04:19 pmOr maybe the blergh strikes back. Evolution of the blergh...
I feel even sicker today. I know that it will take a little time for the antibiotics to kick in, but I have so much packing to do it's not even funny. The Chicken Soup Experiment was only partially successful, and now the thought of chicken soup is making me sick. (Sinus drainage often leaves my stomach a bit worse for wear.)
Good news? I got that show I wanted to get, thank heavens. Now I only have a few more days to fill.
Bad news? Tax bill is HUGE this year, and it strikes while I'm gone. HUGE. Did I mention I owe a lot of money? I will have to make arrangements to have it mailed just before tax day, and I will definitely need an installment plan. My bank account did not need this additional strain, damnit! This is probably the worst financial beginning to a year I've had in the last decade. Damned self-employment.
Am finalizing my plans, and am half-terrified, half-excited, and half-morose. On top of that, the only thing I want to do is watch more My Super Sweet 16 episodes and eat cupcakes and drink root beer. But that and the whole packing/calling more stores/printing stuff/pulling out hair thing are rather mutually exclusive. *sigh*
I feel even sicker today. I know that it will take a little time for the antibiotics to kick in, but I have so much packing to do it's not even funny. The Chicken Soup Experiment was only partially successful, and now the thought of chicken soup is making me sick. (Sinus drainage often leaves my stomach a bit worse for wear.)
Good news? I got that show I wanted to get, thank heavens. Now I only have a few more days to fill.
Bad news? Tax bill is HUGE this year, and it strikes while I'm gone. HUGE. Did I mention I owe a lot of money? I will have to make arrangements to have it mailed just before tax day, and I will definitely need an installment plan. My bank account did not need this additional strain, damnit! This is probably the worst financial beginning to a year I've had in the last decade. Damned self-employment.
Am finalizing my plans, and am half-terrified, half-excited, and half-morose. On top of that, the only thing I want to do is watch more My Super Sweet 16 episodes and eat cupcakes and drink root beer. But that and the whole packing/calling more stores/printing stuff/pulling out hair thing are rather mutually exclusive. *sigh*