fully sick
Yesterday, Dad thought I was sick. "Give her a Panadol, she looks sick." I'm like, um, no - not sick. Just really, really bored. And mopey.
And then I didn't know whether I was actually getting sick or just feeling FML-sick. GOD, I'M WEIRD.
I concluded I was FML-sick. But then I went to bed and my chest started hurting funnily and I my lower back was killing me. I thought "Oh God, body, trust you to be this stupid."
It was a restless night!
Then the new day started and my existence was verified again and I no longer felt FML-sick or sick.
---
I've been working on Napoleon Perdis posters at work and they've finally been printed and put up around the centre! I know it's dumb and meaningless but I could not have been more excited to see the little bit of creativity I have on show!
And then I didn't know whether I was actually getting sick or just feeling FML-sick. GOD, I'M WEIRD.
I concluded I was FML-sick. But then I went to bed and my chest started hurting funnily and I my lower back was killing me. I thought "Oh God, body, trust you to be this stupid."
It was a restless night!
Then the new day started and my existence was verified again and I no longer felt FML-sick or sick.
---
I've been working on Napoleon Perdis posters at work and they've finally been printed and put up around the centre! I know it's dumb and meaningless but I could not have been more excited to see the little bit of creativity I have on show!