Sorry loves, I have been teetering on the verge of the non-living the last few days. Monday mid-way through my morning, I started dry heaving in my trash can in my office. Uh...not cute. I high-tailed it out of work, and have spent the last 2 days curled up in the fetal position at home. I couldn't eat and I couldn't drink. And I'm 99% certain it was from the torturous death march from Saturday. I didn't exactly treat my body the best on Saturday with refueling with beers instead of water, and I think it just hit me....HARD. Luckily today, I feel a wee bit better. This afternoon at work I started to crave a snickers. That's sheer proof that I'm almost back to normal, no? And my urine is almost no longer bright neon yellow.... so there's that. Overshare? My bad. ;)
My co-worker (Twihard partner in crime) got diagnosed with mono tonight, so I had to coerce another friend to come with me. What's with my friends not having super sweet vamp/werewolf taste?!?! Are you all Team Jacob or Team Edward? I was 100% Team Edward when I read the books, but my gawd how can you not convert to Team Jacob when it's Taylor Lautner? He has my heart. Fo sho. Give me the man with a tan anyday. Mmmmm.
Otherwise the last few days have been spent moping/groaning/catching up on crappy reality TV/Gossip Girl/Dear John (to see my #2 man Channing.....mmmmm)/and eating bananas. Sadly they were the only thing my stomach could handle. But I would have to throw away the peel asap because the smell of it would make me nauseous as soon as I was done eating it. Barf.
This is a random ass post, so my apologies. Gotta go get gussied up for my dream man! ;)