This cold or whatever...virus...is kicking my ass.  I can't sleep at night if I lay down, so I basically sleep sitting indian style in the middle of the bed.  Freaky, I know, but I used to sleep this way when I was a kid.  Difference then, the only important thing I had to do the next day was play or go to school...not drive and try to concentrate on a bunch of numbers bouncing across my screen.  It sucks.  I keep dozing and catching myself, head bobbing behind my screen, made obvious by my darth vader snoring.  I am so fucking sexy.

I keep taking my meds, but it's not helping.  I am so full of mucus...I can't breathe or smell and I'm getting a complex about it.  The only good thing is I've really cut down on the smoking.  Last night, we had this freaky cool thunder snow storm, but I was scared shitless when I went to get out of my car and I got dizzy and couldn't breathe.  I had to sit there for 5 minutes trying to catch air and stop the world from spinning.  Whatever this...virus...is, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.  It's scarey and annoying and almost to the point of dipilitating....dibilitating...di...bil...li...ta...ting....whatever.  I can't spell right now.  Screw it.  I can barely keep my fucking eyes open.  I am so sore.  I am so hungry...I could eat my fist. I just want to go home and sleep forever.  I would kill to be able to smell and taste a cheeseburger.  Hear me?  KILL.

Tonight, I leave here and run to hubby's place to get his laundry so I can do it with mine.  How lucky for him that he accidentally chirped me this morning and I told him I was doing laundry and he happened to have some that needed to be done.  Yes, lucky him.  So I will go and fetch and clean his clothes with mine, for that is what a good bitch does.  It's funny, this morning while I was getting dressed, I was thinking about something he had said the other night in the car.  "...naw...I wasn't fucking around.  I was just running late.  All I wanted was to come home to see you." "Huh?" "Well...get to your place..." "No...no...say that again.  I liked the way that sounds..." "All I wanted was to come home to see you."  "Home...Yes....home to me." "Mmmmm...give me a kiss, bitch."

He had called my place home.  He thought I was making fun of him for rushing to come see me.  I was happy to hear him refer to me and home in the same sentence.  He also gave me some money to hold for him to start the savings for "our" truck. 

I love him...I love him...I love him...I love him...