So, I went to the doctor today because I still felt like total shit and guess what I freaking have?  God damned pnuemonia!  Yes, you read that right.  Pnuemonia.  I feel like ass.  Wouldn’t you think that having pnuemonia would mean that your fiance would turn the TV down just a little so you could sleep?  Or stop joking when you totally could not be in less of a joking mood?  Or stop telling you to not be so grumpy?  You WOULD think so, but you’d be wrong.  You’d also be wrong if you thought your "friend" with OCD that can be a total ass wouldn’t call you and tell you that you did your thank you cards wrong (after you mentioned the pneumonia, for Christ’s sake). And you’d be wrong if you thought that she wouldn’t, for once, call you six times in one afternoon about the dumbest shit on the planet.  I AM SICK.  Like really really could end up in the hospital sick.  I have moments of feeling just fine, but in an instant, I go back to feeling like I might keel over in a split second.  It’s been over a hundred degrees here in Texas and I hate that on a good day.  With a fever, it feels like I cannot get it cold enough in here.  I’m going to have to take donations for my electric bill.  So, all that being said, if you even have a slight question in your selfish little brain that something might annoy me, then leave me alone cause I will CUT YOU.  Oh, and did I mention that I have a wedding in about three weeks that shit isn’t getting done for because I’m sick?  Well, I do.   So, if you need a "favor" or want to aggrevate me in the slightest, then go shove it.  K, thanks.