blame it on bad luck

I am sick. I've been sick for about a week now, and if any of you remember when I was too sick to tour earlier this year, you've probably come to the conclusion that 2010 isn't going to be as 'immune' for me as I would have hoped.

Although I suffer from normal (and most likely psychosomatic) aches and pains (my stomach most definitely hates me), I rarely get sick (sick enough to prevent me from working/being bedridden). Already, within two months of each other I've simultaneously had a sinus infection and the stomach flu.

I know what you're thinking, "Hannah, you wear flip-flops in the rain, never sleep, and don't drink nearly enough water!" And you are correct, weary reader! But after years of perfecting those arts, I've managed to procure less sick days than your everyday-shmoe.

So here I am, sick in bed, dreading going to work as I'd much rather be here between my magical sheets, watching some Sally Fields movie where she goes insane (so any Sally Fields movie, take your pick).







Suddenly I realize that though I initially intended for this blog to have a point, it has completely escaped me, so now I will just end on hilarious pictures from the depths of my computer.

 

  

And finally, the original 'Leatherface'.