I set up a desk in my room so I can now feel super legit when I am writing my posts. To my left is Gracie (we changed her name, although Thayolatiama was funny, she was too cute for it). She's chillin on her wheel and watching me type away. I really have to pee but I suppose I can wait to do that until I finish this. Work was normal, I was in the infant room so I got to spend quality time with my favorite children. Tonight I will watch Pretty Little Liars and probably go to bed early. I'm sick...again. Another nasty cold, sniffles like woah.
Also last night, Sam and I baked these cookies that are supposed to be soooo good. They came out looking like a pile of dog vomit. I kid you not, it looks like I held the tray under a sick animal. Not only that but they taste terrible. Sigh. Fail.
I think I will take Nyquil tonight because the combination of Gracie running on the wheel and chewing on the bars of the cage and me being sick, I will never sleep.
Let me think of a truth about myself. I had this mustache ring that I got for Christmas, it was AWESOME. I literally obsessed over it. A week after I got it, I lost it. Depressing. The worst part? I've literally had many dreams about finding it and being very happy. As you can imagine, waking up without a ring was very disappointing...every time. I went back to the store that it was from and they are sold out and not ordering more. They don't even have that kind on Ebay. I am depressed and way too obsessed over a ridiculous ring. Lalala.
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