A pretty lame weekend

We got a whole 20 days into 2012 before I got sick. Woot!

Thursday I had a wonderful date night with Klapper centered around watching the season premier of Archer, which included a trip to the gym and the new pizza place that I am in love with and that he now considers Mecca (apparently have good pizza and 2 Buck Hunters is all it takes for him). He's been super cute, and I'm going to ignore a certain someone's comment that "they are going to be physically ill if they read the name Klapper anymore"....I'm going to argue that maybe you shouldn't read my blog in one night ;)

The weekend was pretty low key but not bad. Friday was a friend's birthday, so we had an enormous dinner-party kinda thing and were then heading to The Cave to get him massively drunk, but I started to feel completely terrible so I ended up home and in bed by 10 pm. Winner. It did suck though, because The Klapper and I were trying to hard to get together, and we had super fun plans to meet up and go to a party with his friends later that night, but I had to pussy out :(

Saturday I babysat (yeah I know, not the best when you're running a fever but I needed the money and assume anyone else has an immune system strong enough to handle this). They were total monsters, obviously, because I was feeling wretched. And then I spent the night getting hilarious and adorable drunk text from The Klapper as he was at a birthday party in NYC (which he actually invited me to but I obviously couldn't go, but still, progress!). Oh, and I guess he came over Saturday morning to check on me and make me eggs before he left for NYC.

And then Sunday, I've just been working. Made a stupid choice to workout which made me feel terrible again, but ya know, it wouldn't be a weekend for me without a bad decision.

So that's my lame weekend. I'm getting my smoking study off the ground this week and running subjects, so expect a lot of rambling and complaining about there not being any fucking smokers in Hanover NH.