So allergies are kickin my butt right now. Sinus drainage, feeling generally miserable. Only…..
Last night I was convinced (CONVINCED I tell you!) that if I went to sleep, I was going to die. I was sick to my stomach, generally feeling horrible, and reading Stephen King’s The Dark Tower VII (which, as you know, is ALWAYS a nice comforting warm fuzzy. *insert sarcastic smirk here*).
All I needed was a nice hug, someone to fuss for a few minutes, and then smack me in the ass and say “Dramatic much? Go to BED goofball.”