i love to tell happy stories.
but today i tell you my pity party, sob story.
this weekend it was in the cards for me to go here... with my girl friends.
oh my, nola.
then, my parents are going here... to my happy place.
my beach house.
and my brother is going here... to a beautiful place.
instead, i remain. in bed. getting better? i hate being sick. i hate it so much. i'm the worst sick person you know. i don't know how to be sick. totally counterintuitive to everything i am. dangit. if you have anything interesting i can read or watch or listen to. please, send it my way... firstname.lastname@example.org