F*ck all this

My vacation to Florida never materialized.

Turns out that irresponsible guy who was spewing germs on my flight home from Reno last week gave me the flu.

Yes, THE FLU.

And I have been down for the count since Friday, when I left work early convinced I was having the worst allergy attack EVER.

No so, little bitch!

You’ve got the flu.

I see your flu vaccine and raise you one bloody eye (from vomiting so hard I broke a blood vessel in my eye).

Isn’t the flu just delicious?

So scrap my cross country vacation.

Realize (as I have) that I am destined to die alone and unloved.

And I’m not fucking okay with that.

I can’t even bring myself to unpack my suitcase, with all the sundresses I was hoping to wear in the Florida sun.

Do I sound miserable?

It’s because I am.

Fucking rotten turn of events.

Everything sucks.