Pity-party for one, please...

I feel pretty much like crap today.

Sorry.

I've had a cold all week but it intensified Thursday night.  Add to that the, ahem, "visitor" that arrived last night and you can imagine how I feel.

Oh.

And did I mention that today is the 12th and tomorrow is Mother's Day?

Crap = me

I am indeed having a pity party for myself today.  You are welcome to attend if you'd like.  The only requirement is that you bring something ice-cream related to share.  Or chocolate.  Or Dunkin Donut Blueberry iced coffee, cream, no sugar.  Large, please.

I'm on my second cup of coffee, my bed is not made, my bathroom house is a disaster, the mountain of tissues beside me is growing at an alarming rate, and I am in a crochet funk.

Do you feel sorry for me yet?

I have an English test I need to make (a final exam), History projects to grade, and awards certificates to fill out.  All of which I could do as I am sitting here whining on the couch.  Currently I am planning on putting them off until tomorrow because, at the moment, that sounds like a reasonable plan.

Given my mood, I am highly tempted to shoot off a snarky, mean, b****y e-mail to a certain someone.  I'm not going to, though, because that is one of those things that feels good when you do it but then you IMMEDIATELY regret that you did it.

I'm off to heat up pizza for lunch.

And sneeze.  And blow my nose....

Ugh.