Oh the humanity...

I don't know how this happened. One day you're clean and healthy and virus free and the next your lip starts burning for no reason you can figure out and everyone tells you it's a cold sore and you're all "no it's not, I don't get cold sores, I am not a 'cold sore person.'" And then this ugly wound pops out and it seems to be nobody's fault but your own. Your own dirty infected fault. On top of that, you singlehandedly spread the disease to unsuspecting victims, namely your poor boyfriend. Granted, he had been infected for years, but it is you who caused his current outbreak. You didn't mean to! How were you to know that the strange spot on your lip was a terrible menace and that you shouldn't be kissing sitting near anyone?!? (Pretty sure my father occasionally reads this. Ahem. Hi Dad! Please don't think your daughter does such a thing as kiss boys! Never.) And suddenly, you ARE a cold sore person, dropping 20 bucks on the smallest tube of miracles ever produced (read: Abreva) and sitting at work with your hand placed ever so casually in front of your mouth to mask that nasty, red, blistering sore. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?!?

In other news, it is Friday. And despite the fact that I am majorly overreacting to a small cold sore (even though I admit that it is healing and healing quickly), I do so look forward to two whole days of doing whatever I want. Weekends are the time when I get to say gross things out loud and in public instead of typing them in an online chat window where no one else can feel uncomfortable. Because where's the fun in that, huh? "Gross" being stuff like "you are so adorable" and "I feel like you're staring into my soul" and the ever-popular, "I love you. I love you more. No, I love you more!" Which, it can be argued, is pretty gross. Just ask my boyfriend's roommates. We love to torture them.

Anyway, the closer I get to quitting time, the more I just want to lay around in my pajamas and eat peanut butter M&Ms. Except, I did that last night. Possibly more than once already this week. And that, my friends, is why I worked my butt off for my college degree. So I can do nothing but eat peanut butter M&Ms without feeling guilty about not doing homework. Totally worth it.