My only weapon was my pen

But I traded it for my hand.

Heartburn Flu Bug of Doom and Misery has been hanging out with me for the past few days and it's not a good friend to have. Well, I made it this far to type this much. Back to bed I suppose in a few minutes.

I've been going through and deleting all of my old LJ entries. It's not 2006 anymore. Just reading them makes me remember soooo many of my 'problems' then. If only my trials and tribulations of 2006 could meet my trials and tribulations of 2009. They'd be wayyyy intimidiated, the 2006 ones that is. Oh life.

Last night I dreamt about some bugs, which I suppose is better than the alien attack dream I was haunted by last week, with pins going through a guys head. What are these nightmares? I asked my roommate had I been screaming but apparently not out loud, so that's good, because I screamed a lot in that buggy dream. I hate insects when I am not in control of the situation. Weird dreams these days, must be the flu bug. I am not down with this sickness, but it is down with me. I'm going back down to my bed. Sleep sleep sleep, please cure me. Work should be fun tonight/tomorrow/wednesday. Yuck!

If you're not going to save me, please don't waste my time.