Sick, sick, sick.
Well, today I did several things. Such as, stay in bed because I really wasn't feeling well. Then get up, nip out to buy some milk.... and get caught in a storm, so feel worse. I am officially ill. I am officially moping. I hate being ill. I really, really hate it. I like to just carry on as best I can, but people always try to tuck me up in bed and it pisses me off royally. I know they only do it because they love me. But still. The show must go on, as they say. *cough, splutter, puke, die*