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.