Put Me Out Of My Misery Right Now.
I feel like a truck ran me over, backed up, and ran me over again. Really fast. And repeatedly. I really, really don't want to be sick, but I'm also pretty sure that I am. Fuckity.
I am going to go nap. Or maybe try to read and then nap. And try not to die in the meantime.
Come pet me and feed me tea and tell me I still look pretty?
(I am sending love and tea and healing vibes to misspamela who is sicker than I am and way less whiny about it. I hope you feel better, bibi. ♥)
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I am going to go nap. Or maybe try to read and then nap. And try not to die in the meantime.
Come pet me and feed me tea and tell me I still look pretty?
(I am sending love and tea and healing vibes to misspamela who is sicker than I am and way less whiny about it. I hope you feel better, bibi. ♥)
This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth. Please comment anywhere you feel has the best icons to use to dazzle me. I'm really easy.