illness

Well it doesn't happen often but today I feel a bit under the weather, and it sucks to be when I'm under the weather. It's like everything is completely out of my control, and I am forced to face the fate destiny has dealt me. My mind is cluttered, I can't seem to articulate anything, and I fight sleepiness like a wild animal in the Sahara desert does for the last puddle of fresh water. Not to mention I am a whinny whinny bitch. It obnoxious really.  I try not make big deal about it but people always ask how you are, and I feel it would be dishonest of me to say I was fine. Then of coarse everybody seems to have the key to your return to health. Can't you just let me be miserable for one cotton-pickin' minute. It's not often I get to feel this way, and it provides me with the perfect excuse to accomplish nothing. Not to mention all the attention, it's been years since my mom put her hand to my forehead to see if I was running a fever, or brought me chicken soup while I watched TV all day. And quite frankly I miss it. So now I spose I'll just take what I can get. And today what I got was a couple of awww's, words of general concern and a packet of Theraflu from my pal at the Mac counter. So thanks Cari your the bomb-dizzle! now its time to take some NyQuil and see if I can stay up for House. Riley out!