What the Fuck?

It's fuckin' 5:45am and I'm awake. I've already had a cup of coffee, done a load of laundry, checked email, chatted with a friend in Ontario online, and I read People magazine for an hour before I got out of bed (started around 4am). I've been sick all week with a lung infection, which sucks but since I got to spend last week in Mexico (and no one that I know died when I was there) I'm not complaining too much. Although I did want to come home and work a lot this week...which hasn't happened because I've been so drained and ill.

I hate being sick though. This lung infection is way to common for me, basically once a year. I blame Dad completely for smoking as much as he did when I was growing up. Especially after my first brochaitis when I was in grade 3 and my doctor told me to stay away from anyone I knew who smoked. I told her that would be kind of hard because Dad was a smoker.

At least I should be better by Christmas eve when my antibiotics finish. Since I've been sick I haven't been able to keep much food in my body, this has made taking off the stupid fuckin' vacation weight off easier. All 6 pounds...