It's my party and I'll cry if I want to God Dammit.
It's my 20th birthday today, and I have Mono. And not like a little Mono, I'm at the peak of my contagious phase and for the next two weeks the fatigue and body aches are going to get so much worse, to the point where I won't be able to move, at all. Because you know, right now walking up a flight of stairs and almost passing out and laying in bed in pain aren't already great signs of fatigue and body pain. Let's have it get even worse for 2 weeks.
Anthony had planned on coming to surprise me today, but that got killed because even though I'm half dead here, I still get to go to work. My birthday is fucking crap. I feel like crap. Pity party for one? Yeah, that'd be me. And don't tell me I'm whining or being over dramatic, my throat is so swollen I'm supposed to be making sure it doesn't swell shut. I'm sick, my birthday sucks, and I'm going back to bed.
- Current Mood: crushed
- Current Music:Nothing.