i’ll be the first one to admit it, i’m lousy at being sick. partly because most of the time i’m not really sick. a light sniffle here and there usually goes away after a day or two, and most of it doesn’t bother me more than anything a nice cup of tea can’t solve. i don’t complain, i don’t demand things and i deal with my own sickness and punch it out of me.

so when i get sick, and i’m talking properly sick, i just suck.

suddenly, i can’t do all of those things i usually do. taking a walk is too much of work, making f-cking food is too much of work. waking up is too much of work.

i’m a sucky sick.

so now i’m here, under 3 layers of blankets, and all i want is to have someone make me some tea with honey. and someone not doing that seems like the worst damn thing that has ever happened. not even letting the fact that my computer is slowly breaking down into pieces, and i’m writing this on a cracked screen, bother me.

now i’m grumpy.

because my goddamn imaginary friend refuses to make me tea when i finally need one.

aarghhh!

crap.