I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. And I rarely hate anything-- that includes people and things.
I'm puking my guts out, trying to contain a fever, deal with my boisterous sneezing, aching body. I already have a messed up leg, knee, ankle and thigh, why is this happening to me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!????
Does God hate me or is he teaching me a lesson? I can't tell. Oh, well, I hope I'm better enough to run on Wednesday... Or sometime this week. Oh, gosh I can go to my bestie's Birthday party!!!!