So I woke up with a sore throat this morning. You might be wondering why this is significant. Well for the past two weeks, up until the last about two days, I have had "the death". "The death" seemed to be easing up, just for it's second cousin, "the really annoying follow up cold that wont be as bad, but you'll probably be just as miserable," to swoop in. But I don't work a double today! Woohoo! And I was supposed to get up at 5:30 a.m., but I didn't wake up, and got to sleep in! Double Woohoo!

If anyone wants to defy "the death's" second cousin and go to the baseball game tonight, holla' at yo' girl. Or call me, because I don't particularly take to people hollaring at me.