Twenty Six

Drinking out of Rae's water bottle, sharing the same straw with her, even telling her to cough all over her hand while we shared the same bag of popcorn, felt like a good idea at the time. I just wanted to be voiceless as well so I could get off work and still feel good enough to enjoy the weather. Well, yesterday the little coughs at work started and i thought to myself "this is great, we're moving fast". then when i got home last night i found myself making a tea cause my throat felt a little scratchy. then i woke up at around 1:45am last night and that was the end. my throat felt like something died in it, i couldn't stop coughing and for some odd reason kept running to the bathroom cause i thought i was going to puke. It's 6:30am right now and although i should be sleeping for another 45 minutes, i can't. They have me working from 7am to 5 pm for two weeks cause a girl went on vacation and forgot to arrange for a replacement, so of course they came to me. it's going to be one of those weeks. (or two)

my visa is finally paid off. completely. forever.