Tonsillitis: 1 My weekend: 0

So, Friday night, I get home around Midnight after a fun dinner date with the girl's basketball team, their parents, the some of the cheerleaders, etc. My table (Adrienne, Shavaun, and Rachael) was jumpin'! Note to self and everyone reading this: If you go to Red Robin, order a Gourmet Burger not "Gourmet" Mac n' Cheese. It was gnarly, and needless to say, my salad was awesoommeee.....r than that cheesy goop of noodles. Enough about my Red Robin choices, though. My table was awesome. Plenty of inside jokes came about that that side booth in that snazzy burger joint. "Oh, we're expecting about 8-10 people"...30 people later, "I'm so sorry... My prediction was kinda off." That was a fun night! But the ACT was on my mind as my night was winding down. I was so not looking forward to it.

So, I get home around Midnight, like I said, and go straight to bed cause my ACT was bright and early the next morning. 3:30 am, I wake up and my throat is killing me, 3 hours later and not a wink of sleep later, I was still dying. We rescheduled the test (Thank you, Jesus). It's been 36 hours since then, and it's only gotten worse. My mom did some research and all signs point to tonsillitis. So tomorrow, while everyone is enjoying the love in the air on Valentine's Day, receiving balloons at school, and having a nice singles dinner at Mama Carpino's, I'll be in the doctor's office, preparing to get drugged up. CAN'T WAIT, YAAAALL.

So sickness bites. I mean, it can be nice during the week when school sucks, but not on the weekend! I've had thousands of popsicles and tons of ice cream. I wish I could be at Woman Fest Part Deux tomorrow. Love yall sexy ladies.

That's why I've been off the face of the planet for a few days. I found this picture and it looks a lot like what my weekend has consisted of.

Love & Creep,
Jess