I'm sick. 

I was sick when I flew to my mother's on Friday.  I was sick the entire time I was there.  I was sick at the baby shower.  I was sick when I flew home last night.  And I've been sick all day.

I hate being sick.  Not being able to breathe, the ungodly ringing in my ears.  The no energy.  The constant napping. 
I'm also a bitch when I'm sick.  Nothing is right; everything sucks and all I want is to be left alone.

Even the dogs were on my last nerve today.

And I have to get up and go to work tomorrow.  Which really sucks.

There was an upside to the trip though.  But I'm in too shitty a mood to blog about it.

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Which, to those who live in the UK may not seem like that big a trip.  From Florida?  It's...unusual.  48 hours of whirlwind.
Thanks to all for the suggestions.  Still not sure what we're going to do, but that's the beauty of this trip.
Photos when I return. ;)

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if you had 48 hours in London, what would you do?
(Friday morning - Sunday morning)

I can't wait to go.  This is going to be much fun.

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