Saturday nights are overrated

Saturday night and I'm home. Why? I thank the 100 degree fever I have and the inability to keep food down. What started as what I thought was a migraine on Wednesday night quickly became a 102 fever and losing everything I've eaten in 10 years. I begrudgingly stayed home Thursday, but marched into work on Friday, but I pretty much slumbered through the day with hot and cold spells like I did Thursday night. It was a day of walking around like an idiot with a huge fleece jacket on then sweating bullets.

Today is Saturday and I'm wondering if I can keep my food down. So far, no. Crap. So what does a single, alone girl get to do? Drive herself in the miserable, cold rain to the store to get more meds and soup. Exactly what I wanted to do today. I've also relegated myself to a marathon of The Godfather parts I and II. I love both of them, but agree with the world that Part II is the better one. I can't help but love Part I because it was the original. I have to say that Robert DeNiro is quite good looking is Part II.

So here I am, stuck on my couch, drugged up, feverish and achy, alone, spending the day with Vito Corleone. Who needs to go out and have fun, right?