Bitchery.

I hate writing when I’m feeling blah, or tired, or ill. It seems like it turns my journal into a bunch of pointless bitchery. Steve brought me a lovely salad with grilled chicken tonight, and I could hardly taste it. I hate colds.

The three:

Writing. Check. Grudgingly.
Caffeine. Check.
Secret. No check. Sneezing is a deterrant.

Like this:

Be the first to like this post.

This entry was posted on Friday, January 19th, 2007 at 11:02 pm and is filed under Life. You can feed this entry. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

One Response

I know how you feel. I’ve had a cold for three weeks and have missed out on some fantastic food! I hope you’re feeling better!

Gregory - January 21, 2007 at 7:07 pm