decisions, decisions, decisions.

So, remember in the last post how I spoke about decisions? And staying up until 6:30? I'm gonna tell you something -- it was a very, very bad idea.

The time stamp on this post is wrong. Since it's the middle of the night, my mind still considers it the day before. It is 2:39 (at this exact moment) in the MORNING. Should I be awake? No. I didn't nap. I woke up before noon. I did things to get me back on schedule but apparently God doesn't care about my schedule.

I have a fever, the chills, a wicked unproductive cough, a headache, ringing in my ears, swollen tonsils, a sore throat, and the inability to sleep. I did sleep, though. I went to bed at 9:00 -- early, part of my plan to get back on track. I figured I'd sleep through the night. Wrong. It doesn't help that I am so incredibly sore from falling off a chair. Funny story, wicked consequences. My left arm hurts to move and my right elbow is jacked up. I don't know how I fell or how I landed but the after affects have not been entertaining today (they were incredibly funny last night. who falls off a chair?).

I woke up with horrid chills and having the most bizarre dream that I'm kinda too spooked to close my eyes again. I watched a movie in bed hoping I'd fall back asleep but it actually kept my attention. Then it struck me: I should blog and complain.

I'm good at that... but I'm working on it. Ughhh...