Remember how I said yesterday started off crappy? Worse today by a lot. Woke up filled with delicious mucus and complaints and I did take some drugz for it, and I was okay until this unnatural bout of dizziness hit me for possibly the entire day. I slept through the first parts of it, but once I was fully rested I went downstairs and complained to my mother and watched The Real Chance of Love 2 and ate a sandwich. Horrible TV shows like that always make me feel so smart. But the best thing about being sick is getting to be a total bitch, and having no one able to say anything.

I cannot take the cheese of of this, but after I gave up on trying to be miserable downstairs, I went to my room and talked to Tyler on my laptop and felt better instantly. He sent me pictures of Rita's Water Ice and cough drops at my command and linked me to a website where I could illegally watch Saw! I was so disgusted and intrigued that I watched the second one, too, and kind of chewed my finger raw without even realizing it. Is that some sort of Holy-Jesus-That's-Gross habit I have?

Now that my cough is less vicious, I have a fever. LOLWUT. Dana and Tyler went to Frightland and I was a party pooper and stayed home. Tyler texted me and told me that Woodie made a great tobacco-chewing appearance, which leads me to another topic: Woodie is really creepy.

"I was talking to Woodie on the phone and he said something about you," my sister said before dinner. I asked what, but she said that she'd tell me later (way to bring it up and blow it off...). I told her to text it to me, expecting it to be some gut-wrenching, heart-breaking sentence, but really it was only him commenting about me constantly being in my room. The text: "Woodie was talking about you being in your room all day, and then he said you were playing with a vibrator." I wish! *cough*



Fascination Was going to be this, but now it must be THIS.
Quote of the day: Again, I have none.