My superpowers are coffee drinking and sarcastic comments.

Now... when I make sarcastic comments I put absolutely no effort into it. It's a natural reaction to almost everything that every human being says to me. But it comes out like every other normal sentence that comes out... which is few and far between but still, it happens on occasion. I don't know if this means I suck or if i'm just a genius. Let's go with genius...

Can I just say that i hate flu season? I always have and I get super paranoid and end up hyperventilating while I watch the news (which is why I never watch the news, ever. The local news app alerts to me important worldly things... I'm cool with that). So naturally when I started getting sick this past weekend I was a super paranoid hot mess. It didn't help when I couldn't move without needing to take a power nap, and my stomach felt like it had a rabid dragon clawing at my insides... Well, that part is still relevant but at least I can move around for longer than 3.4 minutes.

I'm not the type of person who can just sit still and do nothing. I have super respect for all those who can sit on the couch for hours on end and just stare... or watch movies, whatever. I mean, I can do that, but not day after day. Maybe for one day, or even half a day... maybe. But I need to be moving. So when I'm sick I always try to go to work. Which isn't always what's best for me, but hey I need money, and I get antsy. But this time was different. Yeah, I worked everyday, but it was for about 3 or 4 hours before I got the point of delirium and just left and called off for my night shift obligations. Maybe I'm growing up. I should probably clean up my blanket fort before work...

So yesterday at work it was confirmed I am capable of being a ninja. A box of weird little objects came flying at me and my supervisor as we sat there chatting about super important work related things (like kids using dad vs daddy, and the how it's stupid to expect people of this day and age to leave their cell phones in the car). I reached up and swatted them away while dodging the brunt of it. What did we do afterwards? Cry? Psh, NO. Run? Yea right. We laughed. And discussed the aerodynamics of the throw and how impressive it was. Yes, we are so cut out for this job.

On a closing note, party planning is hard, friends. Especially when you work a million hours and want it to be perfect for your oldest bff.