Dear Borrelia Burgdorferi,
You put up one hell of a fight over these past three days. I didn't think you had it in you after the threatening letter you received from me on September 8th. Sure, I did a lot of resting and watching movies this weekend, but that wasn't because you were kicking my ass or anything. And maybe I had several instances when I dropped like a fly and was out of commission for several hours, but that wasn't because of you, either. That was probably because I tripped over my shoelace and then I fell asleep on the floor right there--just because it was so comfy resting on the hardwood floor. Not because of you!
So, Bb, maybe I seemed a little bit off this weekend, but, like I said, it was not because of you. It was probably because it is ragweed season, and not only that, but the days are getting shorter now. And Borrelia Burgdorferi, one more thing: I'm not crying--it's just been raining. On my face.
Sayonara,
Alyson "Still-Kickin' Your Ass" 1derland
