104.5 fever (that is now down to an annoying 101.3), an overnight stay in the hospital being packed in ice (I sincerely hate ice baths and ice in general right now), a sore shoulder from passing out when aforementioned fever was at its height.

I have one thing to say to you, Mother Nature...

(bleep) you. (bleep) you with a (bleep) in your (bleep

I hate being sick. Have I mentioned that before?

I'm miserable. And trying to write (that's not going well, by the way), but I like nothing I put on the page. *sigh*

Oh, and my boyfriend is sick as well.

Fun times. (-_-)

--xoxoxo

• I hate being sick. Too much time to think.
• I'm so bored.
• So many books to read but nothing is holding my attention.
• I am so crabby.
• I want to write but don't want to write at the same time.

Thanks, Winter. Mother Nature. Father Frost or whomever the hell is responsible for these frigid temperatures....after it's 60 degrees one day. I'm sick. So, thanks so much.

Yes, that was sarcasm.

*grumpy face*

--xoxoxoxo

Want to know what sucks even more than two blizzards in less than a week?

Being sick and feverish...during a second blizzard in less than a week.

I feel awful...

...back to bed.

I'm sick. I've got a monster cold that's had me out of commission for quite a few days. *looks pathetic*

Miss you guys.

*crawls back into bed*