Dear Children. (read icon.)

Wow. I'm writing. Amazing isn't it?

So here's the deal. I went to the zoo. I got sick. End of story. I had fun, and would do it all over again, but damn, do I have to bring home the biggest cold I've probably ever had? And it's not just any cold. It couldn't just hit me at once. Each day it progressed with something else. In fact, I've never choked on my tonsils until last Saturday at like 9 A.M. Wow, what an experience. I blame the children. Fuck them. And well, I'm still not really over this. Damn those snot nosed brats.

I felt like I was 92 today. Every time someone asked me a question, or even spoke to me, I was having to ask them to repeat themselves. My ears are so congested, or whatever you call it. I hate having people repeat themselves. Even chewing gum makes hearing almost impossible.

I just took a look around my room. And OMG. I need to do some major cleaning. I am by no means, a clean freak. My idea of organization, is stacks of papers and whatnots around the room. Like I have to order to my clutter. I really should do something about this. Anyone want to clean my room? HAHA. Don't you all jump at once.

And like OMG. Could Days of our Lives get any better?