My head feels like it is going to explode. I am sneezing constantly, my nose is running like a faucet, and my eyes are so itchy I want to rip them out. I don't usually get allergies, but I think I have suddenly become allergic to the entire world. I am currently sitting in my running clothes, debating over whether I should go on the run I was planning. I am sort of leaning towards no, seeing as tying my shoelaces was fairly exhausting. Right about now, my Dad would spring to action, playing the world's saddest song, on the world's tiniest violin.
To add insult to injury, my husband won't kiss me because if he gets sick too, he won't get to fly. Boohoohoo, life is so hard for Amy.
The Care Bear didn't have to go in until 10:00 this morning, so he made me some delicious french toast. I think it was delicious. I don't really know, I can't taste anything. But it was so very sweet of him anyway. I love that guy. I'm going to miss him like crazy while I'm off on my trip.
Remember that time I told you guys about the dream where Cary and I were collecting rolly pollies from our bed? This morning when I was making the bed, I found a rolly polly in the sheets. I am disturbed.
On that note, I am either going to go on my run or go sit on the couch and watch Netflix and pout.