The Heather Chronicles

I am sick. I am soooo fucking sick. Santa gave me the equivalent to coal this year, and gave me a nasty cold that I woke up with at 3 AM on Christmas night. I luckily had the next day off, so I could use it productively and inhale massive amounts of vitamins and lay on the couch all day, waking up with drool all over my face. It was beautiful. Seriously, I can't imagine why I'm single when I'm waking up sideways with drool running down my face, leaving a small, wet spot on the couch cushion. It was pure art.

This morning I drug my snotty, coughing, sneezing ass into work and inhaled more vitamins. Then my mother brought me gold...cold medicine. I'm not sure what kind it was, but it had acetaminophen in it. I'm supposed to avoid this, but I was in hell and willing to take anything to make myself feel better. This is where the adventure begins... Read More