Sometimes A Girl Needs to Be Taken Care Of

I am currently in bed with a stomach bug and a fever. And here I thought it was a hangover.

The good news is I had a solid week of workouts and am one pound away from my goal weight. Still a long way to go with the running goal, but I'm getting there. And my shin splints seem to be improving. KT Tape may be created by the gods.

But back to today. I may have partied a little too hard last night. But it was in celebration of- well nothing actually. It's just been a long few weeks and I needed to go out. And I went all out. When I woke up this morning my purse was MIA. My purse with my house keys, debit card, and license. So after freaking out, tearing my friends house apart, waking up some unsuspecting randoms, and crying on the phone to my mom- I found it. After paying almost $8 for new house keys I went back to my friends house. I reasoned that there is no way I made it home with my phone but not my purse. And sure enough it was there- under the piano- in a box.

So I had to uncancel a canceled card. Good thing my bank is closed on Saturdays. And I had to do damage control. It stands to reason that if your phone is going to randomly call someone at 1:30a.m. it's going to be someone it shouldn't. And when you send the apology text you get a really confused response. Because apparently your phone makes random calls that don't go through. Good times.

And then my hangover kicked in. And it wouldn't go away. So I called my mom again to ask if calling out of work on the grounds of a hangover was allowed. And as I'm telling her what was wrong it occured to me that I was very warm. And sick to my stomach. And it wasn't a hangover.

So here I am- in bed- starving - since all I've eaten is saltines but I'm both afraid and too tired to get out of bed to get food.

Isn't life grand?

At least I got a full day off out of the deal. -- my something good for today.