Bed rest is supposed to cure everything, right? I mean, given how many times I've heard such-and-such person can't come out and play because the doctor said they're supposed to be resting, you'd think sleeping would solve all the world's problems.
And yet, I've spent most of the past two weeks sleeping and I still feel like crap. I'm starting to think that seeing a doctor about that stupid bird bite might have been a good idea.
((Yay, I'm back from hiatus, and bring
Marco-the-wereflamingo. Isn't it convenient that tonight's the fullmoon? ♥
edit:
Flamingo now. And I'm just eating, be back soon. Back.))