So – being sick sucks ass. I have been told that I get sick a lot – I don’t really know what this means. What is a lot? 3 times a year? 4? Whatever – however many times it is – it still sucks. You know what’s weird for me about being sick? I feel guilty. Like I can sit on my ass for hours and feel…a little bad maybe – because I know there is so much shit I should be doing. But for some reason when I’m sick and I need to be sitting on my ass – I feel so guilty about it. It doesn’t help that the house is a mess (not really) or that I don’t really feel sick (even though I am) or that the freaken auditors are at work today. Like WTF – our store hasn’t had an audit in like 10 years. Ok, ok – I guess we were about due but seriously – did it have to be today? I’m totally stressing about it. I’m sure all will be fine but I keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong…and the fact that I can’t actually think of anything makes me worry even more – like the thing that will go wrong isn’t even on my radar. You know, like I forgot to feed the book troll under the floor (not that we have a book troll) but you get what I mean…right? Ok – so you don’t and I’m crazy…and you know what…drugs are good…I mean, it’s just some Tylonol Cold and Sinus something or other but still – woo hoo! Ok – what was I talking about? Trolls. I like trolls. Wait no, not trolls….um…
What the hell am I doing?
I’m sick.
Leave me alone I’m going back to bed.
