As soon as I got home today Sage threw up in the kitchen and on our expensive oriental rug. Awesome. Then the toilet overflowed (it wasn't me though!). Then I fought with Troy and mom about dinner. I'm just . . . tired. And sick. And tired of being sick.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I have a cold. A lovely sucky cold. My throat hurts, my lymph nodes are huge, I keep coughing and now my nose is leaking like our toilet. And I spent six hours today curled up in Nick's Saab with my pillow, a new romance novel, a new box of Kleenex, and a new bag of Ricola cough drops. Normally I sit an hour and then go to yoga, then have lunch with Nick and sometimes Ryan, and then sit for two hours. Today I forgot my yoga mat, and figured that in Down Dog I would have such a runny nose I would have to stop stretching and go catch it before I infected my friends. . . and somehow sleeping in a warm car on a rainy day sounded better. (Even though my legs fell asleep).