I feel like a midget is jumping on my chest

What is it with me and getting sick or hurt? Really, what is it? It seems like nothings ever quite right.

Today I am sick. My lungs feel as if I've just run three non-stop hours on an uphill treadmill. I keep coughing. Which hurts. My head is pounding like an over-excited drummer. I never even changed out of my pajamas (which, frankly, I welcome on any day.) I stayed wrapped in an aphgan and did homework, watched Oprah and The Daily Show, and worked on my scrapbook.

I started working on Christmas cards. I have absolutely no freaking idea why. I don't send Christmas cards. I think I was just sick of scrapbooking, but not sick of playing with stencils. Hahaha.
I watched Bridget Jones' Diary (edited, on TV) and flipped to the OC during the naughty parts. Then I flipped between Bridget and CSI. (Had I known Bridget would replay right when it ended, I would have stayed on CSI.)

Actually not a bad day for feeling like my lungs are staging a mutiny.

Though- three of my acrylic nails have broken off, and a fourth one is threatening. That can put a damper on anyone's week.