Came home early from work. I stopped off at the store and got sick people supplies. Pepsi, soup and crackers. The clerk was really nice. We chatted a bit, and I left with, "Its a pleasure to have infected you."
Now all I wanna do is sleep. I've been tired all week. But just the last few hours was heck.
I've been nauseous all day. At first I thought it was anxiety over a review, but since lunch it got progressively worse.
I hardly ate all day, barely touched lunch.
Hmmmm. I don't know why I'm typing here. all I want is sleep. I guess its just habit to sign into RR when I get home.
All I want is a warm comforter, a sleepy kitteh, and a Stepford wife to serve my every need.
Heck I would even settle for one of the robots from, "I Robot."
"Dude, its great that you're taking over the world. Just get me some 7-Up please."
anyhow I'm taking a nap. Do with this thread as you please.



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You'd better get into bed and stay there, or AmberLynne will smack you unconscious. She's like that.


Now shut up and get into bed before you fall out.



