Hi. My name is Hillary and I feel like ass.
Ear infection, chest cold, medicines that make me moody and cry for no reason. It’s been a hell of a week. I’m super paranoid so I’m afraid work’s going to be upset with me, but I have doctor’s notes and 3 prescriptions that say there’s not much I can do. I have the vacation time to cover my hours so . . . I need to stop being worried on top of everything else.
Outside of whining, which I’ve been doing far too much of, there’s not much going on. Writing, sleeping, trying to get better, looking forward to the Invasion of the Awesome. I should be more prepared for Halloween next week. I’m not. I know what I’m gonna be, but I need to assemble costume-age.
To spark my holiday spirit, I present The Reason Dogs Bite Human Beings: