But hey- I got a package from my guy!
He knows how to treat his lady…quite well.
Anyway, sleeping pattern out of whack. Ears hurt. Lungs hurt. I’m not even sick. This is my body attacking itself. Lovely.
Oh well. Made his day. And he made mine. Especially after a friend butchered cutting my hair…greeeaaat. Now I kinda wanna keep long hair for a good while after this. (I’m not mad. It’s hair. Mine is healthy. It’ll grow back.)
Now if only I could sleep…and I still want that cookie…