I have three cakes to bake, and a ton of pillow cookies to finish.  All need to be done by tonight.  Of course, knowing me I'll procrastinate until tomorrow and have to do a rush job on everything.  I'm so good.

My aunt's boyfriend arrived today from Canada, and we're doing a whole cook-out family thing.  Grilling burgers, brats, and dogs.  Taking Chomps with us to meet their new dog, Swiffer (she calls him Inu-no-Taisho, but I think Swiffer is cuter and far less gay).  It's going to be a stress filled day tomorrow.  So much stress I'll explode.

I think I may have caught pneumonia.  I'll probably have my grandfather listen to my chest tomorrow and see what he thinks.  I guess it's a good thing I'm going to the doctor this week for my blood tests.  I'm also almost out of my medication, which is a wonderful thing because I hate taking them.  Three more days.  Three more days!  Only three more days to go!

Also.  RP doesn't exist on weekends.  I feel bad when I don't get to tags asap, but I rarely have time to jot out one or two before I have to go do something else.