It seems I have gotten sick sometime between yesterday and today which sucks balls because I very definitely MUST be well before this weekend! Big plans. Bad timing.

Had an interesting Friday night that involved too much wine (five or six bottles in the recycle bin the next morning) and some iffy tasting (but beautiful looking!) White Russian gelatin shots that I may post pictures of sometime in the future, less than thirty spontaneous minutes at a local "nightclub" and close to two hours outside of a gas station, part of which I spent lying on my back on the sidewalk outside of the mini mart (it was relatively clean I swear).

This afternoon was spent painting with tempera, mesmerizing a turtle and laughing hard and frequently enough to exacerbate my already sore throat.

VV has been extra sweet all day (he got up to get me medicine after I woke him up at 4am with my tossing and turning, brought my water, lip balm and medicine to the bathtub when I was trying to soak my congestion away and set up my laptop and the trashcan so they'd be ready for me when I got out of the bath) though I suspect it may partly be because he thinks he's the one who got me sick and consequently feels guilty. It's okay. I love him.