So earlier this week, I went down the shore with Joe and Dustin and a bunch of the boys. We went to some party and messed with a bunch of drunk kids and then spent the night at Pat's parents' beach house (although it was unfortunate we couldn't go in the hot tub). I had an awesome time - until I woke up in the morning with a hacking cough that burned my entire chest to the point where I couldn't breathe. We headed home in the morning so Joe could get back to meet with the band's manager and I spent the rest of the day on my mom's couch having her cater to my very ill self.
The next morning I got up, found someone to fill my work shift for me, printed 150 T-shirts, and then went to the mall to reward myself with some shopping. Due to being sick, I was in such a fog that I forgot my wallet in my car but left my keys on the counter of H&M when I went to get it out and then to top everything off, the doucher ringing me up forgot to take the censor off my new bag. Awesome!
The rest of my week consisted of working and missing out on fun activities due to being sick, but I'm starting to feel better. I had to dogsit Cooper last night and he made it a point to wake me up at least once every hour. It is difficult to ignore a German Shepherd that weighs more than you do jumping on you while you're sleeping. I got up early, had brunch with Gregg and Vanessa, started cleaning the apartment and organizing things to get ready for the move, took Danielle to the mall, went tanning, and cleaned my room. I feel extremely productive.
Possibly Atlantic City tonight with Ashley to play slots and demand free drinks?
this entry made me laugh.
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