Today I learned to not go on a crying jag when I have a head cold. My head hurts so much, and when I'm sick I'm more emotional anyway and things get blown out of proportion very, very quickly.
Sorry, S. And sorry, Z., for making you feel like you had to hide out under the couch until I got my shit under control and went and had a nap.
Of course, I'm not the one sitting in front of the bookshelf whining gently because I can't figure out how to eat the little wooden sign that says, "If you want the best seat in the house, move the dog".
Sorry, S. And sorry, Z., for making you feel like you had to hide out under the couch until I got my shit under control and went and had a nap.
Of course, I'm not the one sitting in front of the bookshelf whining gently because I can't figure out how to eat the little wooden sign that says, "If you want the best seat in the house, move the dog".
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