my weekend in a nutshell.

friday - woke up ready to seize the day. went home feeling like i got hit by a bus. stayed up till 4 am talking to my crush from 7 years ago.

saturday - felt even worse. denied, denied, denied it was the flu. continued talking to said crush. crush came over and cooked me an amazing emeril-would-be-jealous dinner. stayed up talking to crush till 5 am.

sunday - snuggled with crush and attempted to watch the walking dead all day (emphasis on attempted and all day). crush went to work. watched the super bowl in bed while eating pizza.

moral of this story: i should be sick more often.

how was your super bowl weekend?