I have a sore throat, my glands are up, I feel crappy and no one is listening to me. Lovely, 11 days to go and I'll be all snotty nosed with cold sores and zits. Fill's me with the confindence I still don't have. I'm off to bed to mumble under my breath to no one that I'm not well.
I haven't been here in so long and so much has happened. Today I have a feeling I need to write and ramble....so grab the tin foil hats, coffee, and ciggies..this could turn into a novel on it's own.