Influ-freaking-enza

I spent practically all of Thursday night like this. Only I didn't look this good. Trust me.

The rest of the weekend was spent mostly like this. And I felt like a little kid, too.

Stupid freaking flu. I realize now how all those people died from it in 1918. They literally puked their guts out.

And because I'm a dork, I feel the need to point out that the Flu Epidemic of 1918 was acutally the Spanish Influenza, an extreme strain that's no longer around. I'm kind of embarrased that I know that.

Anyway, I'm better and my co-worker is back from her vacation, so work won't be so crazy. I'm back, and I'm stress and puke free!

You know you're excited.

Laryngitis S-U-C-K-S

I've never really had laryngitis before. I've been hoarse, obviously, but never acutally lost my voice. And trust me, this time it's GONE. No matter how hard I try, all I can get out it a pathetic whisper. I've given up talking for today, which has made me realize what a chatterbox I actually am. This is hard!

Laryngitis. What a bummer. Just my luck that it would happen two days before I'm supposed to sing in church.

I could use your prayers, or your whatevers if you're not the praying kind.