The Catherinette Chronicles

There’s nothing like scalding your sore throat with hot soup on a warm spring day. Seriously, I’m surprised that my throat isn’t bleeding just about now. It fucking hurts. A lot.

I’m starving to death now. I haven’t eaten anything aside from a Popsicle and some sherbert. Everyone always says that soup is good for you and you should pretty much attach an IV of soup into your arm when you have the flu. Why I listen to these people, I do not know.

I’m still freaking hungry and my throat is nearly so closed up that I can barely breathe. And I’m missing a good time with Muffy and Lola at the Duran Duran concert. Boo!

Oh how I love being ill!