Oh. Dear. God. I feel like hell that's been in the microwave too long and now I'm a little rubbery and my edges are burnt. I hate being sick. Even worse, I hate being sick and not being able to sleep. The 3 year old got up at midnight last night, then the 20 month old was hacking up a lung at 3:30. I gave him some medicine, then had to go back in half an hour later and give him a drink of water. He sounded miserable.
My creativity has been put on hold. My brain doesn't work during the day because I'm blowing my nose 80,000 times, then at night, I take medicine. I'm one of those people who doesn't handle medicine very well. Everything knocks me on my ass. I could attempt to write, but I'm pretty sure what came out would be nonsensical. Although, it could be interesting. Too bad I don't have the energy to sit in front of the computer. I hope this doesn't last much longer.