Sorry to be so negative (really, I am sorry) but that's the main thought running through my brain right now. I feel like crap, we've very little drinkable here, and I can't drive to go visit anyone.

This, my friends, is an unpleasant state of affairs. *sigh*

I REALLY want to stop hurting.

Over 20 advil in the last 8-10 hours... and I still hurt.

I have maybe one dose left of the cough syrup.

I have no normal cough syrups left.

I have no cold medication.

No antihistamines save two of the weak-ass ones.

Hell, I don't even know if I've got any cloves. *wry grin*

Welcome to self-pity city, you've been given a free ticket, courtesy of JaxWorks ticket services - she's got plenty to spare, folks.

I've been talking back and forth with a fellow I met-ish through the ad I placed.

Talking.

Heh.

Daydreaming, more like it... do I really think that somehow I'll end up a happy little slavegirl? Do I really think I could give up my boys? Do I really think ANYONE would want the time- and money-sink that is me?

No, not really.

Not for long.

Yep. Not only self-pity but self-loathing... I'm having a GREAT day. With my luck, I've a period due soon or something, too... or kidney stones... or goddess knows what else. Cancer, maybe. I haven't had that one yet. Or malaria.

Y'know, at least right now if I had anthrax, they'd HAVE to treat me, and I'd be on the news and shit... if I'm going to be sick, why can't it be immediately deadly and cool? Hm?

Why this pussy stuff that comes damned CLOSE to being life-threatening but never stays that way long enough for me to prove it, that isn't easily treated, and that THEY WON'T FUCKING TREAT ME FOR ANYWAY BECAUSE I CAN'T GET ANYONE TO GIVE ME THE SAME DAMN STORY TWICE ABOUT MY PAPERWORK???

*catches her breath*

Sorry.

I'm a bit stressed right now.

And REALLY not feeling good.