i was born sick

current mood

the thought of a sick day is so magical. you don't have to wake up early, you can get shit done, you can relax, you can selfishly enjoy the thought of everyone else's struggle (that last one is cruel, sorry). but the reality is far from a dream. you're up early anyway, vomiting up yesterday's cinammon grahams, you're bed bound and you're missing the little ones from nursery. send help.