thoughts on a sick day

True story: I think I maybe got 2 hours of sleep last night.

Between being afraid to swallow because my throat feels like course grit sandpaper - and then feeling like I need to blow my nose because it might explode - it was a rough night.

And now its 4:00 (just woke up from my 3rd nap!) and I feel like I need to show the internet what today has looked like.

Basically just wearing my leopard slippers around the house.

I don't know why I still wear those.

Wait - yes I do. Because they are my only pair.

Tylenol and gatorade forever.