i'm sick. sneezing, hacking, box-of-tissues-a-day sick. feverish, tossing and turning, want-to-stay-in-bed-forever sick. and it's not fair. two colds in three weeks is unfair and on all fronts just plain wrong.

someone come take care of me? i don't want much: just give me clean sheets, make me soup, smooth the hair back from my forehead, bring me ginger ale...yep, independence flies right out the window when i start to feel icky. the odds of this actually happening? substantially less than possible. yeah, it's great being an adult. really.

i'm going back to sleep. -beatpoetgrrl

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