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This cold has been upgraded to one of the worst in my life.
It hurts to sit up. My whole body aches. I am tired of lying in bed.
I had to talk to myself out loud before making a phone call just to make sure I had any voice at all. Turns out I didn't, but after a big, painful, blood flavoured cough, I was able to speak...somewhat.
My throat is seriously bleeding, how gross is that?
My headache is so bad that I can feel it through my entire body. Does that make sense? It's kinda hard to explain. It's like my bloodpressure is so high right now that my veins hurt, I don't know.
I am like, shaking.
I'd quit whining, and talk about something positive, but I have been in bed since the last time I updated, so nothing at all has happened.
This freaking sucks.
And I think Dave is getting upset that I keep mising work, even though I am sincerely ill. He knows I am not lying, too, because he keeps answering the phone when I call in sick.
I hate talking to Dave on the phone.
One word answers and grunts.
It reminds me of what talking to Bryden on MSN used to be like. Well he didn't grunt, but he did use words that aren't really words, like, "lol".
If my cats don't stop meowing I am going to chew their faces off.
There, I put them outside, faces intact.
I am having fun watching Sherah jump at the door handle. From where I am sitting it looks like she is on a mini trampoline and can't stop jumping.
I love my cats, but if I leave them out when I go to bed, they wreck shit.
Last time, they knocked a jug of water over onto my jacket, and licked all the butter out of the dish on the counter.
They also can't seem to grasp that the litter box is in their room now, so they can stop shitting in the corner.
They meow so loud and violently when they are locked in their room though.
I don't understand why they are so pissed off.
It's a big room.
At the same time, I am locked in my room in my bed, and I don't see what the big deal is.
So, fuck em. If they think their room is bad, they can go out in the cold. Maybe they will learn to appreciate inside.
It hurts to sit up. My whole body aches. I am tired of lying in bed.
I had to talk to myself out loud before making a phone call just to make sure I had any voice at all. Turns out I didn't, but after a big, painful, blood flavoured cough, I was able to speak...somewhat.
My throat is seriously bleeding, how gross is that?
My headache is so bad that I can feel it through my entire body. Does that make sense? It's kinda hard to explain. It's like my bloodpressure is so high right now that my veins hurt, I don't know.
I am like, shaking.
I'd quit whining, and talk about something positive, but I have been in bed since the last time I updated, so nothing at all has happened.
This freaking sucks.
And I think Dave is getting upset that I keep mising work, even though I am sincerely ill. He knows I am not lying, too, because he keeps answering the phone when I call in sick.
I hate talking to Dave on the phone.
One word answers and grunts.
It reminds me of what talking to Bryden on MSN used to be like. Well he didn't grunt, but he did use words that aren't really words, like, "lol".
If my cats don't stop meowing I am going to chew their faces off.
There, I put them outside, faces intact.
I am having fun watching Sherah jump at the door handle. From where I am sitting it looks like she is on a mini trampoline and can't stop jumping.
I love my cats, but if I leave them out when I go to bed, they wreck shit.
Last time, they knocked a jug of water over onto my jacket, and licked all the butter out of the dish on the counter.
They also can't seem to grasp that the litter box is in their room now, so they can stop shitting in the corner.
They meow so loud and violently when they are locked in their room though.
I don't understand why they are so pissed off.
It's a big room.
At the same time, I am locked in my room in my bed, and I don't see what the big deal is.
So, fuck em. If they think their room is bad, they can go out in the cold. Maybe they will learn to appreciate inside.