Ick

A little hiatus in all this party-planning, chewing-gum-buying fun, because I'm sick.

Blurgh. Yes, sick.

Acutally, I was sick yetsterday, but I'd written most of yesterday's post the day before while on hold with the travel insurance people trying to figure out why we still hadn't seen our refund for changing the flights in February - oh, because both times I sent my documentation to the correct e-mail address, it completely failed to show up, that's nice - so it was easy enough to finish it off and get all publishy with it even through my haze of feverishness (mops brow delicately).

The night before, out of nowhere, it seemed, I had come over all odd, so that we had nothing for dinner and I couldn't even muster the energy to do something about it, so poor B had to go and get us a pizza. Then yesterday morning I still wasn't entirely sure that I was sick - I had to get up and see what breakfast thought about me to help figure it out. Breakfast was not interested in me, nor I in it. And when I can't even make it through my morning bowl of cereal, you know there's something wrong.

Anyway, yesterday shall remain a blur of going-back-to-bed interspersed with some naps and as little interaction with other people as possible, and today I'm quite a lot better, thank you, but very tired, so I'll just be over here on the sofa if you're looking for me.