Internets, I have to be honest. I feel like hot garbage. Which is putting it mildly. Somewhere around 3am Sunday morning my stomach decided to rebel. And without going into gory details, let’s just say my toilet and I got very acquainted for approximately 16 hours. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster I remembered that I had Sea Bands that I’d gotten from BlogHer. They worked in 30 seconds. BLESS. What they didn’t cure was the fact that I’m achy, and tired, and still fevery, and walking makes me feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. Blergh.
But! They did make me feel well enough to experience the greatest thirty seconds of television in the past ten years.
I may have immediately reverted back to my 16 year old self. I don’t know if the shaking was a result of 16 hours of horking, or 16 years of fangirling, but LAWD WAS IT GLORIOUS.
Imma need a minute.
Good things, people, good things are happening. And the synchronized man dancing to late 90’s pop-music is just the tip of the coordinating, yet slightly disparate outfit mountain. September 2nd I will be seeing Mumford and effing Sons. Live. In person. YOU GUYS.
In November, I’m roadtripping to Charleston for Y’all Fest, where not only some of my favorite people from the Internets will be there, but my favorite young adult authors. Dear Rainbow Rowell, I apologize in advance for the intense fangirling that will happen.
December I’m seeing JT. Also live. Also in person. You guys. I’m trying not to wish the days away, but I’m pretty stoked. It’s been awhile since I had so much to look forward to.
In honor of my birthday (oh hai, the 28th is my birthday) leave a comment and tell me what you’re looking forward to. And also, maybe, how to make this demon flu go away.
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