i never want to move again.
weekend week has been hectic. moving takes up some serious time and effort.
on the more positive side, i absolutely love my house and my roommates. we had a party the first three nights we owned the place. we had to break it in properly.
then monday came and i started feeling a little funny. i thought i might just be a little exhausted from the shenanigans of the weekend, but the pain and exhaustion only increased. one thermometer reading later and i realized a 102 degree fever ain't messing around. so i wallowed in self-pity the past two days certain i was near death.
but alas, i survived. the fever broke last night and i am a-okay and back in business.