journaling: enabled

I hate being sick. It blows. Literally. My nose is so sore … I swear I could be mistaken for Rudolph.
I will be very happy when I feel better. I’ll be happy next weekend … I get to see Liz and cuddle again.
I need to go out to the bars again one of these days. Haven’t been out in a while. I’ve been told some of the places here in town do good ice cream drinks. Maybe I’ll have to check and see. Maybe Amanda and Zeb will join me.
Also, I think I need a different picture. Maybe something that actually has my face. I’ll try to crop something up soon.