This week was sickly un-happily no laughing matter, because I was SICK-ly SICK-ening SICK-lish SICK-o. Tuesday was bad, I was feeling fever-ish, giddy-ish, unhappy-ish, sleepy-ish. Yes,you get the picture,aye.
I was a walking dead.
Now, MC-ing is not fun. All I did at home was rotting like shit. I had like three types of pills. And no, if you haven't known me well enough, swallowing pills is like a deadly stunt to me. I don't mean to be dramatic, but you should see me yesterday, in front of the sink being all gung-ho with two cups and one small pill.
Drama, I tell you.
But yes. The poor pill ended up swimming through happily. And that's the third pill - the first two made it through; only into the bin.
IYL STOP RANTING @ 10:13 AM
