Haha. My friends are weird. And that’s why I fit in.
Today is good. Today is one of those days where you only sleep as little as you possibly need because you’ve been sleeping 14 hours a day the past two days, and where you wake up and realize that you’re not as snotty as you have been for a while, but you still have to take the nasty antibiotic pill for TWO MORE DAYS. At least I can swallow pills now. Yay!!
Yeah, I know you think I’m a dork and you’re not even the least bit excited, but after you’ve never been able to swallow pills and then you wake up in the middle of the night and all of a sudden you somehow magically can you get a little happy. I’ve swallowed Benadryl, and Dimetapp, and Motrin, and even the nasty antibiotic pill. It’s EXCITING.
I’ve been saying a lot of inappropriate things lately. I think just because it shocks people. I’ll stop. Still, there have been a lot of weird quotes I’d like to put down. I’ll just leave out the inappropriate ones, which would leave only two:
“Sometimes I’m just not in the mood to watch funny animals.” – my mom
“Tastes like flowers. Tastes like… big flowers.” – me, drinking tea
Okay. They’re not funny now. They were funny though. Really. Maybe you have to hear it in the Lindsey Voice. Huh.
This entry is sounding a little feverish. Maybe it is. But I know I’m a little better because instead of a hallucinogenic Benadryl-induced dreams I had a normal one last night. I was trying to explain to Scarlett Johannsen that I thought the lead singer of Good Charlotte was so cute because he was different.
I’m gonna go get ready for work now. Yeah, haven’t missed a day of work, despite death-bed. So I’d like to tell my co-workers I’m sorry. I’m not usually this weird. I think.
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