Can you hear the plaintive whine from wherever you are?
I'm such an awful sick person, miserable and helpless. But really, I am on the verge of dying and all, so cut me some slack.
Part of the reason I hate it so much is because I don't get sick very often. Not like this. Maybe once a year--if that. I can't remember feeling like this in a LONG time. (more whining)
So you're wondering now if this is the only purpose of my blog today and I guess...yes. Yes it is. I'm too foggy to think of anything meaningful to write, especially since this last week has been so busy that now I've fallen even further behind schedule. Don't be surprised if you are reading Forever Immortal a while from now and all of a sudden all the characters are hacking up a lung and fall into bed with a fever of 106 instead of falling into bed for any other reason.