SICK, click, stick, tick, lick, crick...

I guess as "The Cold Queen," I am finally living up to my name.

I am sick, sick, sick. Yuck.

Well, I had originally meant for the cold queen to mean how...mean (and cold--in reference to the song "Cold as Ice" by Foreigner) I was, but right now it applies to the fact that I am super achy, my nose is running a two-minute mile, my head is throbbing, and my sinuses are on FIRE!
My mother and my friend Steph have been trying to convince me that it's just allergies, but my allergies have never sucked this bad before. I've even overdosed on Claritin but...nothing.

Ugh...I HATE BEING SICK!!!

And I'm not the only one--last night my little poodle Tessie had to be run to an emergency vet because her back haunch was covered in blood. We didn't know what was wrong with her when she wouldn't come begging for dinner, so we thought she may have gotten her doggy-period. Turns out she got an infection and her butt-gland kind of exploded. We were very worried for a little while there, but she's going to be fine. Thank God, I dunno what I'd do without my widdle fluffy-butt.

Well, that's it for today...*Sneeze*

*Groan/Moan*

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