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I know I must sound a bit whiny this week because of the sick. Believe me, I'm controlling it more in posts than I can manage in real life, where I can't edit nearly as ruthlessly. When I'm sick, all bets are off. My normal filters that might keep me from being overly...ummmm...direct get eroded. Which is why I try to curl up in a ball of solitary misery. The good news: I slept better last night. Not great. Not straight through. But better and longer. I'm still congested, but it isn't as profoundly bad and the amount of liquid determined to flee my body via my nasal passageways has decreased significantly.
Right now, I'm sitting here in my nightshirt with Ripley on the chair next to me wishing I didn't have to run out to the grocery store, but alas, I do. I was going to stop yesterday, but I felt too miserable and it was pouring rain. Part of me is saying, "Go later. You have time." The other part of me is saying, "Bite the bullet and get it over and done with. As the day progresses, you aren't going to feel like going out any more than you do right now." *sigh*
Right now, I'm sitting here in my nightshirt with Ripley on the chair next to me wishing I didn't have to run out to the grocery store, but alas, I do. I was going to stop yesterday, but I felt too miserable and it was pouring rain. Part of me is saying, "Go later. You have time." The other part of me is saying, "Bite the bullet and get it over and done with. As the day progresses, you aren't going to feel like going out any more than you do right now." *sigh*