...sick, I turn into a big baby. And it really doesnt happen that often, so I guess its a celebration. A celebration of me having an excuse to do nothing. I dont have to clean the house. I dont have to work. I dont have to do laundry. I dont even have to go out. Just sit under the blanket, watch movies, nap. I actually did paint today, which I had been meaning to do since...well, since this summer. So if you have enjoyed my series on White in my room (aka: Dove in a Snowstorm, Egg on a Tablecloth, and Cotton Balls in a Bathtub) - you will have to say goodbye, no mas.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
When I get...
...sick, I turn into a big baby. And it really doesnt happen that often, so I guess its a celebration. A celebration of me having an excuse to do nothing. I dont have to clean the house. I dont have to work. I dont have to do laundry. I dont even have to go out. Just sit under the blanket, watch movies, nap. I actually did paint today, which I had been meaning to do since...well, since this summer. So if you have enjoyed my series on White in my room (aka: Dove in a Snowstorm, Egg on a Tablecloth, and Cotton Balls in a Bathtub) - you will have to say goodbye, no mas.
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you didn't tell me you were sick, dear one! what did you have?
...sickness.
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