So I went home this weekend to attend three birthday parties (my sister's 29th, my other sister's boyfriend's 24th [?] and the girl I've been babysitting for the past two year's 4th) and donate blood. INSTEAD, I skipped the 24th birthday to work on a project I re-started and finished last night and did not donate because I am battling a cold that feels more like the plague. No sniffles but my throat is killing me. The moral?
DON'T CHEW ON YOUR FINGERNAILS, EVER, BUT PARTICULARLY IN THE LABS!!!!
I tell that to Lyla, the girl I babysit, all of the time, yet I cannot follow my own good advice. And look at me now. Blehhhh....
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