I’m sick.

A doctor says so, and they are never wrong. He even poked two different things in my ears and made me go ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh’.

Not sure why he bothered as I coughed all over him when I sat down.

Any way.

I’m officially sick. Sympathy gratefully accepted although probably most unwarranted.

I’m rambling.

’cause I’m sick.

Rae’s sick to, but she doesn’t have a piece of paper from the doctor to make it legit.

2 Replies to “Sick”

  1. I’m not sick. I feel fine. It’s only when I’m with you at home in the evening that I feel… oh heeeeyyyyy…. I see the connection! I feel ill in the evenings when the cold sets in. (and you thought I was gonna say “I feel sick when with you”! Hah!)

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