All last week I've been getting sick. Roan came home the week prior with a cold which, like the nice boy he is, he has shared with me (welcome back to school everyone!). It's mainly in my head, not so much in my throat or chest. I can't breathe, my head feels like cement and I just feel drained of all energy. I just want to sleep. I'm guessing it's going to start to peter out this week, but thus far, still feel ew. I came home from work early on Friday and just slept. It was a complete write off.
Saturday I went for breakfast with Eric and Lesley. I don't know if it was just me not feeling well, but it was mediocre. Lesley brought me a birthday present which always makes me happy. A new purse (Eric thinks it's a consolation gift, little does he know this ranks high on girl's wish lists - such a boy), a new wallet and a new shirt.
It took us 3+ hours to get to Toronto from Niagara Falls on Saturday night. Neither of us were happy campers. Damn Jon and his birthday BBQ. It was just a small gathering with a few of Jon's friends. All of them were super nice until Talley (sorry Jon) got there. She's
Sunday morning, we headed over to Ryan and Amber's to go for breakfast but got there too late for Amber to join us before she had to be at work because a transport truck basically ran over a little car on St. Clair Avenue, shutting the entire street down. Again, I hate Toronto traffic. Ryan, Eric and I ventured out for breakie and it was slightly better than Saturday's breakfast (which leads me to believe, it's my cold making it blah). Hung out with Ryan for a couple hours then made our way, homeward bound (in under 1 1/2 hours, go figure).
Watched the UFC from Saturday night, caught up on my celebrity gossip (wishing Lindsay Lohan would just die already). Which brings me to a point I forgot. Saw Machete this weekend. It was actually really, really good. Gorey and bloody, but decent. Lindsay is in it. She basically plays herself. A coked out whore.