sick tuesdays.

When my throat started hurting last night, I should've known. 

I woke up this morning with an aching head, kind of clamy, and not being able to talk.

I fell back asleep, and woke up around 1, ate some soup and made it to the couch. Now I'm laying on the couch, watching King Of The Hill and really wanting some ice cream and a hug or two. 

Its cloudy out, so I don't have a tease to feel bad about lying around all day. 

I'd write more, but I can barely see straight or concentrate for more than five seconds.

"You've just been flow-served"