I’m sick and it sucks.
Given my predilection for complaining, a secondary suck is that it’s overly easy to exhaust the available sympathetic ear. My friends transition from the nominal sorries! to a more accusatory you still aren’t coming out?! Um, no, dying here. Commiserate you ingrate bitches.
So, to recap why you, harsh cruel internet, should pity me, actual flesh and blood and virus-ridden person.
1) Am sick, quite possibly unto death.
2) Car’s still broke, got no ride.
3) Camera’s still broke, POTDs have been beyond terrible for weeks now.
4) Yarrr it’s too icky cold outside to run.
5) Only sucky netflix vids are here right now.
The only thing that could possibly make this better is KU vs K-State in the Big 12 championship tonight.
Would you like us to bring Twin Peaks Season 1 and 2 by? We can also bring The Brothers Bloom.
That would be perfect! But instead, I’m off to car shop to talk to my grouchy brake guy, yet again. Quite possibly my FAVORITE PERSON ON THE PLANET, or something.
I’m not convinced you’re sick unto death if you’re wishing the weather was better so you could go for a run. I’m just saying.
I really meant my “sorries!” :(