whine moan bitch
I'm sick.
I was sick when I flew to my mother's on Friday. I was sick the entire time I was there. I was sick at the baby shower. I was sick when I flew home last night. And I've been sick all day.
I hate being sick. Not being able to breathe, the ungodly ringing in my ears. The no energy. The constant napping.
I'm also a bitch when I'm sick. Nothing is right; everything sucks and all I want is to be left alone.
Even the dogs were on my last nerve today.
And I have to get up and go to work tomorrow. Which really sucks.
There was an upside to the trip though. But I'm in too shitty a mood to blog about it.
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