I’m sick. I hate being sick. It feels like my head is going to explode.

How is it possible that I, the one in the family who rarely leaves the house and/or has contact with the outside world, gets sick but the three people around me who do leave the house and contact other humans on a regular basis are not?

I hate being sick. Did I mention it feels like my head is going to explode?

I told my family that if it does explode, be sure to eat the remnants of my brain before the authorities get here because if you eat my brain you gain my knowledge.

On top of that the NCAA tournament is driving me nuts with all the upsets. My brackets are fucked. I hate college hoops and don’t need the stress.

We also watched I Am Legend this weekend. Meh. It was a little more ‘monster movie’ than I’d have liked.

Did I mention it feels like my head is going to explode?

Jamie has a conference in Orlando this week. She leaves in the morning. She’s staying at the Hilton at Disney. I told her she’d better not do ANYTHING Disney without us…that trip is just 7 months away. I guarantee she stops by Downtown Disney. I’m jealous.

The Easter Bunny delivered again this year…another bike. This time for my daughter. I have pics and would’ve posted them like last year (we colored 90 eggs this past week too), but I don’t feel like it. Did I mention it feels like my head is going to explode?