I think if someone went through my blog (or journal or life) they would not be surprised at how often I am sick.
They would be blown away. Blown to pieces.
To smithereens!
Because I am sick every freaking day.
As a child I was sick every day, but that was mostly fake, or brought about by my incessant desire to be sick. (Feeling upset and depressed that you are not sick often leads to actually being sick.)
But nowadays I don't like to be sick. I try to avoid it.
Yes, I kind of like staying in bed, but not on the weekend and not when I should be at work and not when I should be in class.
Pretty much that leaves no bed-time but night-time and I already do that.
I sleep in a bed.
So if you didn't figure it out yet from this post: I am sick again.
I would not advise coming to visit me.
2 comments:
I'm sorry you don't feel good, but sitting around sulking about it won't make you feel better, get up, get busy, do something fun, go outside for a walk, trust me, you'll feel better. By the way I like your new header.
Are you pregnant?! :)
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