It’s official.
I have strep.
Please send me presents. Or just “get well soon you poor, poor baby” type of notes and guestbook entries will suffice, too.
Basically it is pity that I want.
Talked the 21 Year Old today who offered to bring over juice, soup, and other goodies but I had to decline on account of how straight up SCARY I look right now.
Picture it:
Dark circles
Full beard
Stained sweats
All that and the very distinct possibility that I smell so bad there are actually STINK MARKS coming off my body like they have in cartoons.
Oh I suppose I could clean up but ...
No, I’m just gonna lie here in my own stink and delirium for a couple more days.
Gotta problem with that?






