I hate winter

So, now I have a cold after telling Jeremy how I NEVER get sick, especially since they took my tonsils out. Colds are so wimpy. They're just bad enough to make you feel like crap, but they last for-ev-er. I'd rather have the swine flu, honestly. I could wear one of those cool face masks and get quarantined and shit. It would be epic. But, no, I'll have to deal with a lingering cough and leakage from every orifice on my face for a week or two.

Good news is I'm going back to Wake Forest tomorrow night, and my bratty princess of a dog is coming with me. She wouldn't listen to a thing I said today. That's probably because I left in the crate all night and immediately left in the morning after letting her out to run errands, but that's an entirely different story.

And, now I'm at work. She's still in the crate...


I hate how depressing everything is during the winter. Everything is dead. Nobody congregates outside the apartment building. It takes a fucking hour to get bundled up enough to take Maxine out so she can use the bathroom--or stand there whimpering that SHE'S cold, really. In retrospect, leather seats aren't that exciting. They're predicting it to be the coldest winter Roanoke's had in 10 years: great. But, then again, who doesn't love snow.

On top of my depressive state, Mod Cloth emailed me to tell me the cardigan they sold me is out of stock. WTF!?

Positive sidenote: Jeremy is awesome. I wouldn't want to deal with me when I'm like this, but apparently he doesn't care.