I went to bed Christmas Eve morning knowing that I had to be up in a few hours to go to a friend's Christmas party. I woke up Christmas Eve evening to a pounding headache and congested nose. Lovely.
This morning (or... *blushes*) afternoon when I woke up -- it was worse! I took drowsy medicine last night and have been chugging OJ and eating oranges and grapes like a crazy person but to no relief. I just came home from having spent what is slowly amounting to
the worst Christmas ever sniffling about my aunt's house and talking like a sick person.
How was this
the worst Christmas ever? Well. I have no living room in which to put up a tree, no Christmas decorations, no energy to clean my kitchen in order to bake goodies....... Plus I'm sick. It's worth mentioning, I suppose, that I
never get sick. Perhaps once or twice every two years (the last time I was sick was October 2008) and this time it just
had to land on Christmas. Usually I'm a jolly old Saint Nick (uh, Sainte-Nicole?) but this year...? Bah humbug! ;)
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