Apart from suddenly becoming skilled at blowing away all of your energy into a tissue, for some reason, you’re expected to make fetch happen when you’re sick, as if all of a sudden it’s this new-and-improved possible thing! I don’t really understand how I can do all my laundry, and clean my room, and get up and move around when I can’t even type up the three blog posts I’m supposed to write or create a theme or support my head without the help of three-to-four pillows that are also being used to prop me up, especially when I’m having to sleep Dracula-/Sheldon-style, using the aforementioned pillows just so I can freaking BREATHE.
I’m not sending my cards out ’til I’m better, in the event that fetch decides to come in the presence of whatever-the-hell-it-is-I-have and likes spreading itself through card-giving. Maybe fetch is secretly The Grinch.
Eh. I was going to continue, but I can’t even do this.
Ya know, because an entire box of tissues holds all the energy my body was able to create in the two hours of sleep I managed to collect before I woke up to choke on the dryness in my throat.
Hope you had a nice laugh.*
*If not, pretend.