Clowns will eat me.
Okay, not really. But it’s been a pretty lousy thirty-six hours. I picked up a stomach virus from Caroline, got up at 2:30 yesterday morning, thew up, and since then have been alternating between sleeping and lying around listlessly.
So now it’s 1 AM, and at least I’m not throwing up, but I’m also not remotely tired. In the meantime I’m worried Kath will come down with it next.
I hate being sick.
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