I have the worst cold ever. Seriously. I think it’s due of the lack of drugs that I’m allowed to take. Normally I just take Nyquil and put myself in a temporary drugged-up coma until I feel better, can’t do that now. Dagh! I’m also in a bit of a pickle. I need to come up with a couple of costumes for tomorrow, one for work and one for the evening. Mike’s band is playing and I’m required to dress up and look cute and sexy. Um…look sexy? Are you fucking kidding me? The swollen ankles, the drippy nose, the abnormally HUGE ta-tas and the baby bump don’t exactly make me feel cute much less sexy. Did I mention the sprouting of the second chin? Mike thinks I should be a Mummy, “Get it? Mummy?” I think that is rather cute…..I don’t know. I’ll mess around with my stash of costume stuff and see what I get over my bosoms and down my thick waist. I have some old curtains….maybe I’ll be a ghost. “Boo! I’m a ghost!”