Gobblin' Pills like Breath Mints

So Day Five, and I'm not feeling any better.

I'm convinced it's sinusitis. Last night, my nose felt like it was being squeezed, and my ears made a "reeeeEEEEEEEEEE" noise every couple of minutes. Such are the trials of being unable to do meth take sudafed--there is literally nothing I can do about this. Of course, I'm being melodramatic. But, hey, when you feel as crap as I do, why WOULDN'T you.

I find my symptoms disappear if I'm with people, socializing, getting my book signed by SIMON MOTHEREFFIN PEGG.

That's right. Simon Mothereffin' Pegg.

Dillon alerted me to the fact that he would be signing books at the UK's equivalent of Borders, and of course, I NEEDED to go. I still felt like crap, but I soldiered through it. The fact that I would be meeting Simon Pegg motivated me. I got to the bookstore, where there was already a line. I plopped myself down and started reading. My love for him grows. He was a drama nerd. He loves Star Wars. The high point of his life was when he got to meet Leonard Nimoy.

I finally got to meet him, and what do I say?

"I LIKE YOUR HAT."

We continued to have a conversation about the Little Mermaid for some reason, and he told me to post pictures on his facebook wall of me and the Statue. He told me I had a pretty name. EEEEEE.

Last night, I had a "Girl's night out" with Dillon, Liz, and Catherine. Still feeling pretty crap, but I had a lot of fun. I got ACTUAL SAAG PANEER you guys. It was my crowning moment.

I got back to find a shortbread cookie with my flatmate Aki's handwritten note, saying "EAT ME." MAybe things are looking up?