begin harmless innocuous post guaranteed to illicit elicit pity and cease quarrelling… NOW.
i’m sick. i never get sick. i don’t like getting sick.
at present: my nose is stuffed up, my head hurts, my eyeballs hurt, my neck hurts, my throat hurts and my soul is in torture. this last one has nothing to do with my sinus infection.
things i want: a backrub. my mommy. ginger lemon tea. a clean room. someone to give me a bathtub bath. a nice fluffy clean white robe. some warm soup. someone to read a book to me. altogether less snot.
instead, i’m talking online to two of my favorite people. and because i am Independent Woman of Substance, i will not wait for someone to give me a bath, make me soup, and put to bed, and get my act together, drag self to grocery store, and buy miracle tea ingredients like this sweetie is commanding me to do.
but not before i sniffle a little and bemoan my loneliness.
*sniffle*