This is a lot harder than I thought it'd be! I first joined Twitter when it was fairly new, so I instantly followed anyone I knew at all or was remotely interested in. But now comes the time when I have to decided: do I care enough about Katy Perry to read her @replies? No. Do I care about the guy who writes PostSecret? Yes, but not enough to receive instant updates wherever I am. I took off the device updates for two of my friends last night before bed, and woke up flustered and upset with myself until I turned them back on. I think I have a problem.
Anyway, I'm going to the doctor's office at eleven to deal with the fact that I can't swallow painlessly. I'm going to place all the blame for this one on my friend, Sebastian... I hope I haven't infected Jess and TOLauren. Andrew's safe, because we don't actually spend any time near each other, and we certainly don't kiss. This is one rare time I'm grateful most of my friends live far away.
Sexy: Liam Neeson. Kicking ass, wearing kilts, grieving, holding babies: he's always going to be hot.
Unsexy: Having a throat that feels like a ribbed condom filled with acid.
Chipotle burritos this year: 21
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3