Let's do a little "by the numbers" recap of my weekend. It will be fun and impressive.

12. That's how many school days I made it before sickness hit. I've had a nasty sinus infection and I've felt like total doo since Wednesday night. I blame all of the dust particles. Stupid dust. Recess has been my enemy lately. We need rain in the worst way. It's a dry, dry desert here.

6. That's how many movies I watched this weekend. Yes. 6. 

Watch a movie. Take pills. Sleep. Watch a movie. Sleep. Take pills. That's been my schedule. 

2. This is the number of boxes of Kleenex I have gone through since Friday afternoon. 2 brand new boxes. That probably equals about 5237 gallons of snot expelled from my nostrils. Did that last sentence just make you sick? Well maybe now you know how I feel.

101. This is the number that I saw on my thermometer Friday night. It was a hot night. And not in a good, sexy way.

1437. This is probably the number of things I've pinned on Pinterest today. It was my other form of entertainment between sleeping and movies. I'd say at least 1428 of the 1437 were food related pins.

48 hours. This is how long I was home bound. I pulled into my driveway at 4:00 on Friday. I didn't leave until tonight. Tonight I was only gone for a couple of hours. Just long enough to run to school to work for a bit and make a stop by Sonic. To buy a large Coke. As a reward. For being out amongst the people. In civilization. It was exhausting and I needed to refuel.

Number of Benadryl pills I've taken...I kind of lost count...

69. This is the number of followers I now have. Obviously I'm still in middle school because this number makes me smile and feel slightly awkward at the same time.

This concludes the "by the numbers" portion of this post. Thank you.

I still sound like a snotty mess but I feel so much better. Having a weekend full of nothing but time to rest was exactly what I needed. 

For some reason I decided I'd watch the VMAs...what the eff is wrong with Lady Gaga? Just when I thought she couldn't get any weirder than showing up in an egg or wearing a meat dress...she does. I think if I dressed up and pretended to be a greaser boy and was that spot-on legit, I would cry. I would cry every single night because that would sadden me that I could play the part of a boy and look that boyish. And it really looked like she didn't have any boobs at all. Totally boy believable. 

And Beyonce pregnant? 'Bout dang time. Oh my. I can't wait to see this little love child that is the creation of B and Jay-Z. This baby isn't going to be born with a silver spoon in its mouth. It's going to be platinum and blinged out. And attached to a yacht.

And I just saw the sneak peek trailer of The Hunger Games. It made me excited. Who wants to go see the movie with me?

I totally get the whole Hunger Games obsession. Totally get it now. I just recently finished the book. I read that book so hard that my copy literally fell apart. The cover is torn off and pages have become unglued. I need to get started on the second book.

Do you all have a hard time knowing how to end posts? Because I sure do. So I'm just going to end it awkwardly like this.