|Sick, bored, and feeling very sorry for myself
||[Aug. 31st, 2008|11:54 am]
Ferrett just left to go to the state fair with our friends Kat and Eric and their kids.
I love state fairs.
I am staying home, still sick. I made a short run to Office Max to get ink for the printer, and the weak and miserable way I felt from that short venture convinced me that my decision to stay home was the right one. But I'm at that point where as long as I'm holding really still (and ignoring the sinus weasels and sipping hot liquids to soothe my throat), I don't feel that bad.
Translation? Bored now.
I don't even have the energy to work on a craft project, which would be distracting at least. And I'm tired of watching movies.
I'm like a fifth grader six weeks into summer vacation: "There's nothing to do-oooooo!!"
I hate this kind of sick.