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Sweet lord, I am sick again.  This time some kind of upper respiratory infection that makes me feel like an 80-year-old 400lb. woman with emphysema.  (Or like Sarah that time she was really sick and about to die).  I am a gross mess.  I am leaking out of my nose and coughing up what I can only imagine to be my delicate insides.  On top of that, I am getting harrassed by Casey's family to spend Christmas with them even though I AM SICK!!!  (And I am JEWISH...it's fricken Hanukkah...what do they want from me??)

The good news of this whole story is that Casey and I are leaving for Florida in less than 2 months and we planned our whole trip tonight.  This I am excited for.  If I am still sick by then I will be pissed and probably cry.  Also probably kill myself and/or someone close to me.  Casey and I have our non-refundable plane tickets and my parents time share and we are totally set.  Life will be good in February.  Life will be good when I am swimming with the manatees.