Depression and allergies are waging an all-out war on me right now. I think my stomach flu is on the mend, which is good – but frankly, I’d rather be toilet bound than puffy-eyed and randomly, achingly sad. This sucks!
I’m supposed to go out tonight, but all I want to do is hide under the covers until .. I feel better, I guess. I should probably be forced outside with a crowbar and threats of Kraft Dinner – I haven’t been outside since Tuesday, and I could probably use some fresh air.
Perhaps I will wear my white petticoat.