This post is brought to you by the color red.

I was supposed to be here this past weekend:

Doing this:

But where was I? (if you follow me in Twitter--which you all should!--then you know the answer.)


I was at home, on my couch, sicker than ever.  The health gods decided I haven't been sick enough this year, so Wednesday I woke up and my first thought was, "Oh God I'm going to throw up."  Thankfully, I did not, but I got to spend the subsequent three days feeling like I was.  My temperature just kept on climbin' until 2am Thursday morning when it hit 103.8 degrees.  104 degrees is apparently the need-to-go-to-ER temperature, but fortunately it never hit that high.  Absolutely miserable time.  It was frustrating because by Friday (the day we were leaving for Vegas), my temperature was gone, but my stomach was still going.  And by Saturday (the day my parents were going to Phoenix), my stomach was settling, but my temperature went a little higher.  It's like my body was teasing me: oh oh you can almost go on vacation, but yeah...no.  Awesome.

So, I was incredibly pissed off this weekend.  I was supposed to be with 18 friends celebrating a birthday in Vegas, but couldn't.  I was supposed to be vacationing with my parents in Arizona, but couldn't.  My mom was supposed to have a nice weekend away with my dad, but instead had to stay home with me.  A friend was boothing at Earth Fair sunday and wanted me to come, but I couldn't.  My library books/DVDs were due and I was supposed to go turn them in, but I couldn't and now I owe $4.30 (that's more than my coffee drink!).

Angry.  Angry angry angry.  (So you know...seein' red.  Sticking with the theme here!)

While out today, I somehow managed to get a cardboard tag from a pair of jeans I was looking at caught under my nail, and when I removed it I gave myself a very nasty bleeder of a papercut.  It stings and is extremely distracting and now half the tip of my right-hand middle finger is red.

I am also at a...ahem...delicate time in the month, and I do not like the mood swings it is bringing in.  I've been so reflective and melancholy, and it's making me sad.  I've realized that there are things that I think I need to face, things that I need to learn to get past, I just...I'm really scared to go back to that in my head.  But at least there will be some blog posts coming?

Lastly, and try as I might I can't really get a red theme into this one (if you can't figure out how the last paragraph fits, you are on your own), I can't even explain how behind I am in responding to comments/emails/blog reading.  Between the Laptop Limitation I did, general laziness, then being sick, I don't even know where to begin.  Slowly but surely, I will get to it all, swear.

Oh, also?  I cannot friggin WAIT until basketball playoffs are over.  I hate basketball, I do not like the Lakers, I do not like Kobe, I do not like people discussing it acting like they know what's best, I do not like bandwagoners, I do not like people who yell at bandwagoners, I do not like people who don't realize they're bandwagoners.  So ready for this sport's season to be gone.

(images via weheartit)