I’m bery Stick

I’m sick, like skin is on fire, joints are stiff and sore, scratchy throat, and I was even slightly delusional last night (I honestly thought my friend wanted to kill me). Not fun. My mom thinks, and I agree, that its the flu. So I am stuck in bed for most of today. At least I get more time to read/write. And believe me, I need to really get to work on Max, cause I’m like 2500 words behind my goal for this month. Ugh. Why can’t I just finish something for once? Hmmm, now that I think about it, it’s probably because I’m lazy. .)

But hey, things could totally be worse. I could still be paranoid, or I could have been invited to a party *shudders*, or I could have fallen through a rip in the fabric of reality and ended up in some alternate universe. So, yeah, things could be worse.

I had a moment of realization over the weekend. My family had been invited to an Open House party for our chiropractor, I’m sitting there playing solitaire on my dad’s phone when it hit me. I finally knew who I was- I’m an introvert who hates parties!

Mind blown.

Ok, I’d better stop here. Sitting up to write this post has taken a lot out of me. Plus I’m dizzy, and I am having a hard time thinking straight and remembering things.

Sincerely your’s,