I hate being sick. I especially hate the long, drawn-out kind of sick where I forget that it’s different to be well. I’m in that kind of sick right now — well enough to go to work, but sick enough that I’m a little stupid and slow while I’m there. Well enough to want to go to dance classes and hang out with friends, but sick enough that I go home and go to bed instead. Everything is kinda foggy. Ok, back to work and my mint tea. (I warned you that this post had no substance.)
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