(if ever there was a time I felt like using the real f word, it is now. but I won't)
ARGH.
Even after the doctor's diagnosis I was still trying to get to the show tonight until Aaron nixed it for me:
You are about as sick as you can be without being in the hospital. and
If you have to take inhaler(s) to a concert, you probably shouldn't go. and
If I had pneumonia, you would tell me not to go to a show that night, right?
Boo. But he's right, I know.
So I'll be pathetically listening to some of the Mates of State show tonight over the phone via my sister.
Pathetic.
What a crappy week it's been.
Luckily my girl tried So hard to cheer me up:
Next time they come I'll save my allowance and buy tickets for just the two of us. and
When I get home from dance I'll give you a hand massage. and (best)
I don't care if you're sick, you need a hug.
Cute girl. She loves that band, too.
I'm also pathetically still wearing my M of S shirt I made.
Boo!