well, i’m sick. sickie mc grosserson. and here’s the unfortunate thing (actually, there are multiple unfortunate things)–
-angie and rhea are in town and i want to play with them (which i did, last night, hooray…but i whined the whole time)
-kara comes into town tonight to stay with me and i don’t want to get her sick, plus a whirlwind tour of nyc takes much more energy than i have
-i want to run, but i can barely make it up the subway station stairs, much less over the huge hump of the brooklyn bridge
-all i want to do is sleep all day in my apartment, but the pest guy just came and sprayed everything down and i am pretty sure i’m poisoning myself by being in here right now (but on the up side, no more huge ass crawlies. i am not equipped to handle those emotionally.)
-all i want to do is sleep all day (part 2) but i have to watch 2 little ankle biters from 12 to 6 (which i cannot cancel, seeing as it’s 10 15) and if they don’t take a big fatty nap for most of the afternoon i will cry.
end of ridiculously whiny post. send soup.