If some people knew how much I’m biting my tongue to not start comparing … *sigh* never mind. I’d probably get a medal for being such a good boy today. But then some wonder why I respond to certain stimuli the way I do. Ugh.
As is, I’m much, much too sick today to do much more than whine. I’m worse today than yesterday. I feel like someone turned my stomach inside out and decided to tattoo “fuck you” every four centimeters. If this is the flu, it’s a weird strain. I still think it’s food poisoning. And bad too. The cramps are disabling in a way that is just not funny.
Jinx, on the other hand, is being so amazingly helpful that he’s even brought me hot chocolate in bed—without me asking for it. Whoa!
And did I mention I thought I broke my toe? I probably didn’t, but it sure looks and feels like it.
Recent Comments