Please excuse yesterday’s absence. There’s no doctor’s note, nor do I have a letter written by either of my parents. I only have my word that there is a perfectly valid reason for me not writing yesterday and here it is. I felt like shit. So, there you have it. Since we’re close friends, I feel comfortable confiding in you that I normally don’t mind being a little sick. Pathetic, I know – but it’s one of my dirty little secrets. Being under the weather is the only time I don’t feel guilty for taking it easy – skipping the workout, leaving the laptop in the other room, watching TV instead of folding clothes. Not that I have to be sick in order to shirk the laundry, but I digress. What I’m saying here is, Me + Sick = Day Off. It’s a bit of immaturity carried over from my schoolgirl days. Of course I said I don’t mind being a little sick. Anything beyond the scope of Luden’s cherry lozenges and a bowl of chicken noodle soup is excluded. I’m no masochist. Bed stricken and debilitated is not a condition I’m okay with and it should be stated that yesterday was not okay. God in heaven, the stomach cramps were so bad. I didn’t know whether I had food poisoning or was going into labor. Considering my record, I think it’s safe to say I wouldn’t be God’s top pick for Immaculate Conception, so food poisoning was the obvious culprit for my discomfort. The bad news is, I was in a great deal of pain and was virtually miserable. The good news is I’m better today and am all caught up on the seven episodes of Smash I’ve missed over the last few weeks. Boy, that Ivy is a turkey, isn’t she? On a side note, I was so excited to log into my website this morning and find that I had 16 comments waiting for me. Of course it was all porn spam, but still… Michelleread more
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