on my death bed.

I'm so sick and quite possibly dying.

Of course on days like this I don't even call in sick, but decide to work both jobs and torture myself. Perhaps someone will pitty me and send me home early. One can only hope.

I'm leaving around 10 tonight for the parents house. God I miss my mom, even more so when I'm sick. And my dad, and my doggies!

I get my hair cut tomorrow too! Back to the short, black look. At least I won't be wearing my hair in a ponytail every day.