Comforting peanut butter toast

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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2 Comments

  1. Posted April 23, 2005 at 3:01 am | Permalink

    I don’t want to be sick anymore, either :(

  2. Posted May 4, 2005 at 2:44 am | Permalink

    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. :>)

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