Bleh!
I'm sick. Stuffed head, nose, ears. My head might as well explode at this point. Screwed up throat. No liquids, please!!
I call myself a baby when it comes to being sick. Currently, my mother is out of town and my brother is nowhere to be seen. When I am sick, this is bad news for me. I hate solitude when I am not feeling good. Thus, the aforementioned baby comment.
I'd do a crappy job of living alone.
I call myself a baby when it comes to being sick. Currently, my mother is out of town and my brother is nowhere to be seen. When I am sick, this is bad news for me. I hate solitude when I am not feeling good. Thus, the aforementioned baby comment.
I'd do a crappy job of living alone.