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It never fails - if I start writing Anna (especially semi-angsty!Anna, apparently), I crave coffee very, very strongly. The sort of craving where you can almost taste it and smell it... It's like an automatic thing. One which is apparently completely inescapable. I'm amused.
Also I think I'm getting sick. My mom's sick, my sisters are getting over being sick, so ...it sort of makes sense. I thought I was getting there before, but it never went past a throat thing, just a cough (which I still have, ugh), but this feels more like actual illness with the icky-feeling and the desire to curl up in bed and not move again evereverever growing so I'm pointedly not getting up, because if I get out of my chair, it's going to end with me in bed, I'm sure of it.
...Which, considering I should really do something productive around the house today so my mom doesn't spend all of tomorrow (her day off) being spastic and annoying a cleaning freak who yells a lot severely unamused, is not the most helpful thing ever. Ugh.
Also I think I'm getting sick. My mom's sick, my sisters are getting over being sick, so ...it sort of makes sense. I thought I was getting there before, but it never went past a throat thing, just a cough (which I still have, ugh), but this feels more like actual illness with the icky-feeling and the desire to curl up in bed and not move again evereverever growing so I'm pointedly not getting up, because if I get out of my chair, it's going to end with me in bed, I'm sure of it.
...Which, considering I should really do something productive around the house today so my mom doesn't spend all of tomorrow (her day off) being spastic and annoying a cleaning freak who yells a lot severely unamused, is not the most helpful thing ever. Ugh.