Mood: SICK.

I hate being sick. When I was younger I used to get strep throat a lot.. And by a lot I mean EVERY single month. This feels like strep throat. It hurts a freaking lot. Except I know it's just the flu.

Anyways. You know when you were younger? How people brought you flowers and cards when you were sick? I think they should do that now! I'd give anything to have someone hold me and tell me that everything's alright. And that I'll be better. Someone that will watch a bad chick flick with me on my couch and then turn the channel when I've fallen asleep....

I shouldn't dream about things like that. In a perfect world. I'd love it. But it's not going to happen. Instead i have my text of Miroff, et al, "The Democratic Debate" and my shiny blue highlighter to keep me company. Along with some good ole' Dayquill.

Peace out!