10 am- Head hurts. Coffee. And more coffee. Extra bold, Heavy Whipping cream, lots of sugar. My obsession and addiction. I have a machine that furthers this problem. It also doesn’t help that I am an employee of Starbucks.
12 pm- Today in Spanish 2 we had to pretend our teacher was our friend and have a flowing Spanish conversation. I’m fine at comprehending and even speaking, but doing both at the same time? No. Dude,I already struggle with quick thinking. Bring another language into the mix? It ain’t going to happen. I memorized everything I was going to say to my professor so when she told me she wanted to drop out of school because she didn’t like her teacher, I responded with “Es no bueno que tu comes in clase.” Meaning ? “It’s bad that you eat in class.” She actually burst into laughter and told me that made no sense with what she was saying. I still received a B because I said everything perfectly; It just had nothing to do with anything she was telling me. Oops.
2pm: It is the weekly Margarita Wednesday with the girls! We three are quickly becoming inseparable. I’ve become close enough to poke boobies even when I’m sober. This is a great sign for close friendship, no?
3-7 pm: Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough. I can’t stop coughing. Head hurts. Fazolli’s with husband makes me feel better. Endless breadsticks is a cure-all.
8 pm– I try to tell one of the best friends I can’t come over because I’m sick. She will have none of my shit. I get short one word answers and I know I’m in big trouble. I decide to suck it up and stop being so flaky. One word answers scare me and I really want to see this girl anyway.
10-11:30pm- Tessa and I laugh a lot and catch up some more. I’ve missed her a bunch. I’m nosy and snoop through her journals and pantry like I have the right to do so. I also spill beer all over her new couch. Surprisingly, she doesn’t kill me. She’s even sweet enough to say I have a charm about me and people can’t hate me. Probably she is saying this beneath gritted teeth as she curses me in her soul. But I still love her.
12 am– Husband knows I feel like poo and makes me this card. Says: “Get well soon baby cause I love you so much. Your husband.” He’s adorable.