It’s official I’m sick. I hate being sick, and I can’t BE sick this coming week because I’ll get sent home from clinical. *sigh*
I have so many things I need to be doing but alas I’m not doing them, not because I’m sick but because I just don’t want to.
I’m drinking green tea with agave nectar (spiked with captain morgan’s spiced rum) it doesn’t taste good but I’m hoping to pass out later. That’s a win.
It’s late and we still haven’t had dinner. The mister knows I’m sick and I haven’t been to the store, the kids are hungry and I’m hungry and I don’t want a FUCKING PB&J sammich!