Dirty Balloon Art. Heh.

So, I’m diagnosed myself with the flue, folks. My skin hurts, and I’m hot cold not cold hot cold. Nothing too severe, but I guess my body had to crash.

When I told my boss yesterday that I was developing a cough, her first reaction was “working too much?”

“I hope not!” I replied. Ariel Meadow Stallings: the girl who gets sick after working a 40 hour work week (well, plus 8 hours of commute time).

My mother griped at me about my debt last night. “Mom, I paid you back the money I owed you–now please don’t harp on me. I bitch at myself about my debt all the time.” Sigh…Mothers will be mothers! …Even mine.

I applied for another job at the Olympian today. And I also put my resume on Media Bistro’s aweome site.