wait for it. . .

Yesterday was awful, just because I was sick and at work.

Today should be better.

Last night I got a bunch of sleep. I went to bed at 11pm and slept until 9 this morning, minus an hour and a half interruption from Josh at 3, but that was welcome.

I'm at work again, but I'm all drugged up and ready to go.

Emmalene's been sick, too. Except, she's been throwing up. Neither of us has had an appetite so we're both starting to look a little gaunt. My ass shrunk down from 38 1/4 inches to 35. It's a little depressing seeing as I was trying to get it bigger. At least when I'm feeling better I can build it up with some muscle. I'll start to excercise and continue tanning and I'll look amazing by the time somebody decides to get his ass back into town. Wait for it. . .

When he comes back we're going to start running together. That should be amusing. Hopefully we'll actually run and not do what we normally do, which is stay up and talk all night and then lay in bed all day. We suck at motivation. Of course, he's been lifting so maybe he'll have enough energy to get me to actually do something. I'm quite dangerous being that I'm pretty convincing and influential, and I can be a big sloth.

I'm starting to wonder if the bars have missed me. I'm sure they have. Monday when Chris and I went to Beef's I saw Barker and he gave me a big hug and we talked a bit. I was supposed to get ahold of Opie, but the sick set in and I didn't really move a whole lot. Luckily, I don't work this weekend so hopefully there'll be some fun. If I can get Chris away from all the sex I'm sure we'll get into some trouble. I know it'll just turn into another "we miss Josh" party, but it works.

Chris is going to be leaving on February 5th for boot camp. I'm trying to get something together but there are still a couple unknowns I need to figure out. We'll see what I can come up with.

Should probably start busting my ass now. I've been a slacker lately.