Vacation? What's that?

Sometimes I think I'm not meant to take a sweet vacation. I've just returned from my cruise to Mexico (Cabo San Lucas!) and all I can say is... the cabin's tv was a fantastic view.

I flew home to California on Friday, July 27th. As luck would have it, I would get incredibly sick on July 26th with a fever of 102.5. Meanwhile, at this point, I was nowhere near done with packing. So, thankfully, CB was gracious enough to volunteer to pack my things for me as i lay in delirium in bed. He begged me to go to the hospital but my parents insisted to wait until I got back to California so they can hook it up with some sweet drugs. (Note: this was only under special and emergency circumstances. Normally, my father does not really "hook" it up.)

Then, because my parents promised me that the antibiotics would clear up my strep in 2 days, I embarked on a cruise to Mexico as my final vacation before my prison sentence. Oh, excuse me, "law school".

BAD IDEA.

I was sick the entire time. My fever broke the first day and then I got sick AGAIN with 102 degrees. I couldnt eat. I was too much in pain to sleep. I just lay in a windowless cabin with my two sisters watching my stories in Espanol.

Oh well. I can always try for next Summer? Or maybe when/if I get married I can convince my husband to take a year off and travel the world. I want a vacation damnit!