I have the flu. Again. Blah. This means I will be a much whinier version of my self who is not altogether pleasant to be around. What aggravates the situation is that I am at work. Double blah. I cannot believe I'm sick again. Exactly 18 days after I canceled my health insurance. How ironic. I was going to go to Instypoot tonight, but I have plans to get intimate with my bedclothes. Oh yes. We are going to get very close. I can't wait. Perhaps I'll finish Anne of Avonlea. Yay! I watched Anne of Green Gables yesterday. So wonderful a way to pass the time.
That's all, folks, for now. More once I'm back to my vigorously healthy self. Kiss, kiss.
1 comment:
Intimate with the bedclothes, huh? I guess I'll leave you two alone. Sorry you're sick, friend.
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