I knew the going out too much and not sleeping enough was going to catch up with me eventually. And it did, specifically at 2 a.m. Saturday morning.

Thursday
Straight from the office, I made my way to Ann-Marie and Jeremy’s to visit with them and see their baby. Oh my god, he is so cute and so sweet. He kept tugging on my finger, and when he was hungry, he tried to suck on my neck. It was quite funny.

Friday
When I got home from work, I felt a tickle in my throat and was beginning to lose my voice. Determined to not be sick for the weekend, I took some aspirin and convinced myself I felt fine.

FG picked me up and we went to The Woods. Since it was only 8:30, we were the only ones in the place for about 30 minutes, and we chatted with the bartender about the jukebox for a bit before settling into one of the round booths. The drinks there are huge and strong [side note: Instead of mixed nuts, they give you a glass of rice crackers, peanuts, and corn nuts; only in LA], and three plus hours and a few rounds later, we went back to my apartment and hung out. Around 2:00, I realized I couldn’t breath through my nose whatsoever and finally admitted that I was in fact sick. Before FG left, I apologized for possibly getting him sick; fortunately he didn’t seem too concerned about it.

It was a very lovely night, I had a lot of fun, he doesn’t have twelve toes, and there was non-specific talk of another date. Hopefully I didn’t jinx it by writing this and he will in fact call.

Saturday
I slept in until noon, took a shower, then ran one errand. I came home and felt horrible, so I got back into bed and slept pretty much the rest of the day, waking up to eat soup and watch Tivod stuff. Of course, this meant I did not make it to my friend’s birthday dinner, which sucked big time because I really wanted to be there. But I just couldn’t get my sneezing and coughing self out of bed long enough to brush my hair, let alone have a coherent conversation at a party.

Sunday
Woke up around 8:30 (which gave me about 12 hours of sleep) and threw some clothes on so I could go to WW. Expecting a huge gain from all the alcohol I consumed last week, I was pleasantly surprised to see I somehow managed to lose .8, which brings my total loss down to 10 pounds! Talk about ecstatic!

I then called NJM back and talked to him for about five minutes before my voice started cracking and disappearing. We talked about possibly getting together next weekend. I’m just not feeling it at all. The rest of the day was spent mostly in bed, save for a trip to the grocery store. I really want to kick this cold in the butt quickly and am doing everything I can to get rid of it!

Now I’m off to read and chill, (and will the phone to ring).