I am sick, again. As if I didn’t have enough things to deal with already. Instead of running around crazy at work, I am sitting on the couch, feeling as if I swallowed a tennis ball. I’m watching the minutes, and hours tick by as I feel worse and worse. I’ve been banished from Thanksgiving at my parents house if I’m still sick. I took my temperature, and it’s barely 96 degrees (go me).
I HATE being sick. I finished my sister’s gloves yesterday, and I’ve been working on my scarf all day. I’m sure it’ll be done as soon as I’m not being sick.
I HATE BEING SICK!
Done. No more ranting.