I am sick…really sick. I have chills. I am freezing. I can’t open my eyes all the way. I have a baby. She wants to play. I can’t play. I have to sit here on a couch that is cold because it is pleather and I can’t stretch out because it is teeny. I want a big couch. I want our old green, comfortable couch. I want my mom. I want my mom or Amy to be here and bring me magazines and snacks and take care of Maisie so I can sleep. I want quiet, but Justin is playing loud music on the computer. It is U2, so I am semi-okay with it, but still. My head hurts.
Well, that’s all for now. Pray I get better soon! I don’t like being sick, but who does? I am off to be freezing on my teeny cold couch now. My eyes hurt, so I am shutting my computer and shutting my eyes. I want to wake up to my family, but I won’t. Cry. Not really, just a lump in my throat. Good night.