ROLL CALL.
Here it is Monday morning and I'm sitting in bed with a killer cough and stuffed with mucus to the brim. Attractive, no? I do not like being sick. I am the biggest wuss/baby/what have you when it comes to pain and being ill. But since Greg is at work and I'm 27 years old, my mother won't come over and baby me back to health. Which is stupid.
That leaves me sitting in my bed with Francois, my oh so lovely laptop, feeling guilty as hell that I took a day off. I hate taking days off. Sort of. I love it, but the guilt eats away at me and makes me hate myself. It's stupid.
I did say I was going to use LJ more and I am.
However.
I have no idea who is still reading me. I don't know who even remembers me. (Some of you obviously are excused, especially if you just spent a week at my house.) So, if you don't mind.. can we do a roll call?
That leaves me sitting in my bed with Francois, my oh so lovely laptop, feeling guilty as hell that I took a day off. I hate taking days off. Sort of. I love it, but the guilt eats away at me and makes me hate myself. It's stupid.
I did say I was going to use LJ more and I am.
However.
I have no idea who is still reading me. I don't know who even remembers me. (Some of you obviously are excused, especially if you just spent a week at my house.) So, if you don't mind.. can we do a roll call?