I hate being sick. Not only does it make me feel just awful but it is the only real time I feel truely alone. Because I have no one here to take care of me. I have to take care of myself. Including dragging my feverish a$$ out of bed to get medicine.
I have work to do. I finally went to the gym again today. I have a wedding to go to this Sunday. I have a broom to help make for that wedding on Thursday.
I'm tired. I am going to go to bed now.