Current Chronicles: Dipped in honey

Okay. That's honestly nothing. Although I did woke up with a bad sore throat. The cold isn't going away, I tell you. Not even in February. Nooo, it's much colder that month.

Ah, my throat. Drinking water has been distasteful since my mouth looks for taste and temperature. I know I shouldn't drink cold water, but I can't drink anything else without a little ice. Just a little. Not gonna hurt.

Been sleeping much later than the usual; I don't know why, I just do. Yesterday, I drank two mugs of delish strawberry tea, which might be the culprit for that sudden insomnia. Well, any caffeinated drinks at night is bad. Really bad. Liz told me I should drink tea and honey. But probably not late in the evening. Her advice is good. My idea was bad.

I've been bugged the beginning of the week because the shoes I bought didn't fit me to a tee. I mean, I've always been proud that the shoes I bought online always fit me to a tee. And I was just so excited to have this pair of flats. It's purple and velvety and has that gold heel. C'mon. At first I thought I should just give them away, but after a few more slips, I realize that they actually fit. Or maybe I'm just really stingy and would like to keep my velvet violets. But either way, I bought these soles, and I think I might give it a shot. Realizing this made me scour for the other unworn shoe in my stash--the black and white chunky heel I've been afraid to wear and I was thinking to give out too. Since my favorite ankle boots have been dilapidated since Christmas, I may also give this a try.

Just finished my Saturday work even though it's Friday, because tomorrow I'd be finishing an assignment so I won't have to worry about it next week. I've got the best clients, I tell you. They look after me, and I'm just more than thrilled to keep working with them.

Ah, my hands feel hot. For the first time. Fever, I suppose.