So I’m sick. Uuuuuugh… And whiny. And my skin hurts. But on a good note…aw crap, there is absolutely no up-side to this. Okay, I’m going to lay around until this icky feeling blows over. After all, plague can only last so long. I’m assuming the same is true of colds.
What really gets me, though, is that I can’t even enjoy a good book when I’m sick. I pretty much morph into this overly sensitive slug with ADD. That’s me. Leaving slimy trails wherever I go, easily distracted, and…hey, what’s that over there?
Have I mentioned that my skin hurts?
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