I am sick. I feel goddawful. Yesterday, while sick, I had to climb a ladder. I got dizzy. It sucked. Today, all I want to do is sleep. But then I woke up. This also sucks. I have real work on friday. I had better be not-sick by then. Also, I want to be better. Right about now.
(It’s *just* a cold. Which makes it sound like nothing to fuss about. But come talk to me when your head weighs about 50lbs, you can’t breathe or hear, your stomach doesn’t like food, and your throat begins to feel like your cat spent the night climbing up and down it. But, you know, *just* a cold. So I feel lame whining about it. Except that it totally sucks.)