De La Grippe
The fever is 101F and still climbing (it was 99.4 this morning).
The pitfall of leading a solitary life--though I like it--is that in situations like this, I can't take care of myself and I don't have anyone else to do it for me. There's an appointment with the doctor, in Apple ass-far-away Valley, the only one I could get with GroupDeath today, and driving myself to ass-far-away place seems an impossible task right now. My parents are working in even-ass-farther-away places and my brother doesn't get home until 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment time.
I can do it and I probably will drive myself there, but I don't want to. Whimper.
The pitfall of leading a solitary life--though I like it--is that in situations like this, I can't take care of myself and I don't have anyone else to do it for me. There's an appointment with the doctor, in Apple ass-far-away Valley, the only one I could get with GroupDeath today, and driving myself to ass-far-away place seems an impossible task right now. My parents are working in even-ass-farther-away places and my brother doesn't get home until 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment time.
I can do it and I probably will drive myself there, but I don't want to. Whimper.