I'm here, I had to come home from work, I'm too sick today. I puked blood this morning, it's wonderful.
I just spent a couple hours squirming in my bed itching my nose. MMMM gotta love poppy tea. still can't sleep, though.
Brad decided to wake me up when he was getting ready for work, after keeping me up half the night. It's 5:43... I've actually been up for about an hour now, but I cleaned up a bit to tire me out, but it didn't work.
Well, I'm here. Here as in an airport Starbucks. I have been here for hours and hours. I will continue to be here for hours. The gates to get my boarding pass arent even open and I cannot even lay down. Im so tired. I am going to take a trazadone in about 5 hours, and CRASH on that damn plane. Then well, I will no longer be here.