It is 10:14 pm, and I am eating toast. Other than a can of cola, this is the only thing I have eaten today. I am currently sitting in the dark in the living room, with the Red Sox game I dvr'd earlier on the TV and trying to decide if I'm actually going to attempt to write. I slept most of the day. I really need to try and go into work tomorrow, as I have a doctor's appointment. However, if this migraine doesn't release it's grip, I'll be back in bed likely.
This is what stress does to me - it makes my body go haywire. And then I catch whatever comes around. And it takes me forever to kick it.
I'm so tired of being sick. I wish some of the people I work with would understand that.
This is what stress does to me - it makes my body go haywire. And then I catch whatever comes around. And it takes me forever to kick it.
I'm so tired of being sick. I wish some of the people I work with would understand that.
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