Not So Golden

I woke up feeling like shit. I called in sick and spent the day in bed. When I got up, my email and text message inboxes were flooded with happy birthday messages that went unanswered. Duh, people love me. By not going to work, I missed a delivery from GC so I'm extremely disappointed about that. No one, not even Platonic Ex after four years together, has ever sent me flowers at work. Or sent me flowers period.

I had planned to go to dinner with my family and to go out with my friend later tonight, but I have no appetite and a loud, crowded bar sounds like my own personal hell. My brother just called and said, "So you're sitting at home by yourself on your golden birthday? Do you want me to drive over there?" I could've dragged myself out of the house but I don't want to get other people sick. To those who have never lived alone before, it sounds very lonely. But I love it.

I had this whole birthday post planned out but I have a headache and want nothing more than to crawl back into bed so I'm going to do just that. On the upside, I'm glad I got sick now as opposed to two weeks from now, for there is far too much going on over the next few months.

There's a Special Place for me Down Below

I can't breathe through my nose. Mouth agape, this is a hot look. It ranks right up there with unibrow.

I'd be at home watching Young & The Restless with Marley nestled in my lap if there such a thing as "sick" days at my company, but no, I prefer to blow my nose, cough and sneeze knowing my co-workers are within close proximity. Misery loves company.

My mom isn't evil -- I am. Yesterday she woke up early to make and deliver homemade chicken noodle soup and a super-size vanilla shake from McDonald's. The day before, she'd specially made a batch of chocolate chip not-so-chewy bars which I accepted out of guilt. They were rock-hard like David Beckham's abs. So when she said, "I could use some chocolate chip chewy bars," I was left no choice but to dig the bag out of the garbage under the sink. Then I served them to her accompanied with a glass of milk. She would've chosen coffee ten times over but there's not a drop to be found at my place -- I don't even own a coffee maker. Time to go warm up my chicken noodle soup. Yes, I'm aware I'm going to hell.