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Today, I am not sore. I'm exhausted, but not sore.
Except for my throat. There is strep going around at work apparently (so nice of my coworkers to share!) and I'm mortally terrified that I have it now. I need more honey - I'm almost out, and I've been pounding tea with honey all day.
Have to stop and clean my car out tonight (because honestly, there's something nasty in there that died, and I don't know what, but I want it OUT NOW), and then I think I'm stopping to grab some marinade for the chicken and some more Larabars (yes, I'm addicted now) and then going home and CRASHING. Seriously, I'm wiped.
Bleah.
Except for my throat. There is strep going around at work apparently (so nice of my coworkers to share!) and I'm mortally terrified that I have it now. I need more honey - I'm almost out, and I've been pounding tea with honey all day.
Have to stop and clean my car out tonight (because honestly, there's something nasty in there that died, and I don't know what, but I want it OUT NOW), and then I think I'm stopping to grab some marinade for the chicken and some more Larabars (yes, I'm addicted now) and then going home and CRASHING. Seriously, I'm wiped.
Bleah.
