Don't feel like going into detail because I am exhausted. I am just writing this for historys sake and to tell myself that I am not invincible...

Monday: sore throat. Go to bed at 11.
Tuesday: Can't swallow. Go to doctor. Get on antibiotics. Sleep all day. Car dies on way home. Barely make it home.
Wednesday: Cars dead, I don't go to work at all. Go to doctor for the second time using amandas wagon. Get shots in the ass of antibiotics. Spend 400$ on a coilpack that wasn't the problem in Dara. Go back to bed. Think maybe it's the plugs. Call weider, he helps put in new plugs and wires and Dara is alive once again. Pass out. Fever of 104º. Call my mom crying because I am a little bitch. Make ramen the way jess used to. Miss the fuck out of her. If we were talking, she would be here taking care of me.
Thursday: Throat is closed. Sleep all day. I think I am dying.
Friday: Am I going to H2O International? I dunno. Hopefully I will sleep it all off thrusday night. =\