…let me go.
Okay. Seriously, I hate the flu. It hates me. You’d think we could just stay away from each other. It thinks it’s funny to make me cold, then overly warm, then chill again. I think that if it was a person, I would kick the crap out of it from here to Sunday and I’m a pacifist.
Pray for my existence. Pray for my soul.
I’m sick. That horrible, sore, head-achy, want to lie around on the couch while slipping in and out of consciousness kind of sick. Besides the ginger ale and rest, I’m thinking about the beach, in hopes that the happy thoughts will help me feel better.