Get the flu.
That's it. Simple.
The kind of sick that makes you sort of long for a night in the hospital, if just for the drugs and sleep.
But that's a bit crazy, right?
So I have two more sleeps to kick this junkyness or else I won't be crawling downstairs for Christmas.
I really want to crawl downstairs for Christmas.
But what it is doing, is making me ditch all of the to-do list and in a way that is incredibly freeing.
No stressful, hurried, rushing around.
Just laying around watching Christmas movies and nonsense videos with my cute family.
Planning what kind of cake we will make for Jesus' birthday. The current request is cheesecake. Yep.
Nite nite. for now.
Can't handle the awesome that is in this video.