I AM WINNER, OBLIGATORY ART POST IS LOSER

LET ME TELL YOU HOW THIS WENT DOWN.

Four nights ago, Mom got violently ill. Vomitting all over the place, and just being gross and unhappy. Figured it was a reaction to this allergy medicine her doctor gave her for a mysterious rash. Well no. YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS? Flu.

Flu. IN MY HOUSE. IN WINTER?


I know. I was shocked, too.

She got better, though.

Then, two nights ago, Katie woke up sick and was doing the same little dance Mom had done previously. So she stayed home yesterday and lazed about while I cleaned house (but refused to mop; the bucket is on vomit duty).

SO LAST NIGHT. Around 2am, I finish with whatever it was I was doing that I forget, and I get up to move and...oh God. I think I'm going to hurl. I tell Mom, who is somehow awake which is odd. She offers me a suppository. I refuse, on moral grounds. She says it isn't her fault. I say YEAH RIGHT PLAUGE-BEARER.

But you know what I did? I layed down, and I said, "NO. I AM NOT GOING TO GET SICK THE NIGHT BEFORE MY FIRST CALL INTO WORK IN A MONTH."

And you know what happened? I WON. I am not sick with flu, and I am going to work in five minutes.


( This is unrelated )

I am insane. I know. But I kicked flu's ass, so I don't care.

TWO IN ONE DAY

FI, YOU WHORE. That..that painting is so pretty. ;___; I DON'T DESERVE NICE THINGS LIKE THIS, ANYONE COULD TELL YOU THAT.

My eerily awesome streak continues, as I managed to wheedle out an extra hour at work today so that my work check won't look as utterly pathetic as it already will. Apparently I wasn't even supposed to work? I don't see my name on the schedule AT ALL ANYMORE and this bothers me.

But. But. ( Wait, it gets weird here. )

Then I went and bought a Valentine gift for the Steviestevesteve, and had a delightful bout of banter with the fella running the register.

"Think he's gonna like it?"
"Oh he better."

I am kind of irked that I did not get to the bank on Friday. I need to get like. Eighty dollars. To pay for a stupid textbook so I know kind of what I'm supposed to be doing for homework right now.


Acquilla texted me. And asked me if I could pick up a copy of that...Cinderella 3 thing for her. And then tried to defend it by saying it wasn't a BAD movie. WHAT.