still emo and sick. i wanted so much to be fun and well last night that i drank drinks and i laughed and socialized and by the end of the night, after the hiccups had given me an awful tension headache, i simply had to go home. i felt bad leaving everyone else to carry the stuff, but i had to go. even driving was too hard; when we got home, i stood with my head against the doorway, and all i could say was, "i don't feel good. i don't know, everything" in response to J asking me what didn't feel good, and what he could do to help.

the worst thing is being sick enough that it's too uncomfortable to cuddle up to your favorite person in the world, even though that's the only thing you really want to do.

i was miserable this morning, but i'm getting a little better and crossing my fingers that i can manage dinner with that fabulous boy o'mine tonight. he has the whole frickin' weekend off. this is a massive rarity, and i cannot stand the thought of wasting it with my sniffles and congestion headaches.

new haircut and new girldrugs yesterday. the first thing J said when he saw me was "look at your cute hair!"

i am going to be better now.