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This year...

for new years, i plan on staying in. partly because i have to work friday night till 8ish and then saturday morning at 830 IN THE AM! bless our supervisors and their schedule making, but seriously...how can you schedule 20 something year olds and except them to come into work sober?? on new years? not going to happen, what will happen are people are going to come in late or not come in at all, OR come in still wasted....

I, this year...I am going to to stay in. For the first time in EVER, I dont want to go out for new years. I just want to be home in bed at midnight and go to work in the morning without a massive head injury that i call a hangover. i just cant handle hangovers anymore. being sick and on the brink of death just doesnt seem fun to me anymore. and the recovery time takes longer for me now. i dont know what it is about age, but it really does catch up to you. recovery takes longer, energy and tolerance are not the same anymore either!

being sick right before christmas sucked! usually i get bronchitis before the year is over....but this  year, i avoided bronchitis but got the flu. i didnt know just how sickly i always, but i guess i am. my family and several friends told me that im always getting sick....it didnt occur to me that they were right. i do get sick pretty easily. i consider myself healthy, but i guess my family and friends are right. i do have a tendency to pick up whatever is going around easily.
anywho, i am slowly getting over the flu, but it takes soooo much out of me!! being sick is physically exhausting! i just want to get back to being normal! :)

Happy New Years!

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