Christmas Break = Bust

Let me tell you, I was real excited to come home for break. But break is not being spent how I would like. I'm not going to lie, I kind of expected it to be a re-run of high school. I was looking forward to everything being paused when we all left and then we'd all just pick it back up for a little while. I guess I didn't realize that it has been two years almost since we moved away. Some of us are only here for a few days (me) and I am just not pleased. Granted, this is mostly my fault. I have really great friends that would totally hang out with me, but I'm real sick. Again. I swear my immune system is regressing back to the days when I was four and had to be on hard drugs daily in order to not get weird diseases. So here I am, bedridden and bitter. I did get a shot today and have been downing the meds (that the doctor prescribed, I might add) like candy (in the healthy way, obviously). So I should be back to normal by the time I'm back settled in to my apartment. But that means that I literally wasted break... I haven't gotten to really see my friends thanks to my list of ailments that have me feeling like the s-word and the fact that I spent a fat chunk of my time in Arkansas slash prison (family vacation- I got in trouble for laughing. Not. Even. Kidding.). But I would much rather be sick here than sick in Dallas. Because, after all, I have this huge to do list for when I get back to my apartment and I just have all these plans that get me so excited. I cannot wait to be back at my apartment. 

So that's that. But on another note- I'm excited to get back into my routine. Or get into a new routine, I should say. Wait, that isn't on another note at all. Ah well. I must say that it is time for me to rest- I took my meds and I'm getting ready to do some reading and sleep. I'm ridiculously boring, I know. But I feel like it should be understandable because it hurts to breathe at this point.

Love Always.