I had so many wildly interesting things to say. but I'm too gosh darn sick to organize them. I don't think I've been sicker in a long freaking time.
Let's put it this way. I can't muster up the energy to drag ass to the deli downstairs and secure junk food to supplement my Campbells soup and seltzer diet.
That's right. The siren song of "I'm sick and deserve a Devil Dog" is going, at the moment, unheeded.
I am in dire straits.
Lying around depressed is one thing. Lying around sick is infuriating and worrying.