I’m Sick
Ugh. I’m sick. My body hurts. My head feels like it’s going to explode. I’m freezing but hot at the same time. I wish I had a hot tub. I can’t focus. This is hard to write. I can’t sleep. I don’t think I slept at all last night—that’s why I’m up with the birds. I’m bored. I can’t read. VPR is on the fritz. I don’t want to watch TV. I’ve been staring at the ceiling—not very interesting. I tried ignoring that I was sick all day yesterday, didn’t work. It could be worse: last year at this time I had surgery. I should go back to bed. I just wanted to complain. Have a nice day.