Day 3 - battling the flu.

I'm so bitchy it's not even funny. 

People have begun to distance themselves from me.  It's strange, but I don't mind.  It'll increase the odds of my still having friends when this is all over. 

I've decided that I'm not going to the Ex this year.  Not because I don't want to, but because I'm so pissed off right now, there's no way I'd have fun.  It's not like I'm upset with anything in particular, I just feel so crappy, I'm like a bear with a thorn in her paw and a cub gnawing on her ear. 

The last three days have been...Can't eat, Can't sleep, make sure you go to work because the boss thinks taking 8 sick days a year is too much, even if you are a single parent.  I should just take em all and then quit in a couple of weeks.

Just thought I'd throw out this warnin' to everyone.  In case you're expecting the happy happy Michelle....you'll be disappointed.