I hate being really sick. I tried making tea and then fell asleep with the stove on, now the once-red kettle is six shades darker and I have nothing warm. I can't even eat canned soup, the taste is too strong, and I'm too sore to leave the fucking house.
This has been your daily quota of Whining About Things I Can't Change.
This has been your daily quota of Whining About Things I Can't Change.