Time for the being sick to stop. Seriously. It is making me miss having a boyfriend – not Doug in particular (because I’m not that crazy), but someone to make me soup and pat my head. I will have to settle for the love of my cat who is sleeping near me – she doesn’t usually – and the comfort of peanut butter toast.
And you know what would be better than a boyfriend? What is always better than a boyfriend when you are sick? My mom appearing out of nowhere. There’s no sympathy like mom sympathy. Maybe I will go give mine a call.
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I would like to add that keeping me alive in my fragile, cough-y state, is the fact that Jaime is going to be in LA next week for a conference and I will be visiting her at her fancy shmance hotel and we are going to be total rockstars.

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I don’t want to be sick anymore, either
There’s No Place Like Home, Toto!
Awh, yes, nothing is better than Mommy when you’re crummy…!
(Although, being that mine is 10hrs away, my down comforter DOES offer a lot of love. :>)