Down For The Count

Sorry for the lull, precious ones. Apparently—and this is worth remembering—too much pink can make you sick. Last night in a fever-riddled, half-conscious state, I tried to describe exactly how I was feeling. What I came up with (I think) was this: I feel like someone has used a hammer to tap two extra-long nails through my eyelids. The tips of those two nails cross somewhere in the middle of my head, creating a shower of sparks that, for whatever reason, make it impossible for me to open my eyes or speak without causing great pain. Near midnight, I realized that perhaps my tremendous headache was due to dehydration or perhaps simple hunger (I hadn't had anything eat or drink all day—not even Diet Pepsi (hi AD!). I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a blue plastic Sleeping Beauty cup, filled it with water, and then proceeded to spill it all over myself. I re-filled it, gulped the whole thing down, grabbed two Advil, refilled the cup again, and drank once more. As I fell back to sleep, I thought there's nowhere to go but up.

And I was right. I awoke this morning still feeling lousy, but at least able to function. Via the magic of make-up and a really hot flat iron, I even look almost human. And just in time, too, since Lea is now following in my footsteps.

You'll hear more from me soon. Just try to shut me up...