Fun fact, here I am, in London, sick, once again.
I know that I have posted about this before, but I just really hate being sick.
I hate breathing through my mouth.
I hate having to pack up all of my stuff at the library, just so I can go to the bathroom to blow my nose.
I hate how it looks like I’m crying because my eyes are watering so much, I swear, I’m not, you can stop asking if I’m okay.
I hate that I’m so tired. Like no. I just slept for 12 straight hours, but I need to have a nap at 2 PM to get through the rest of the day.
I hate that I feel like I’m dying, even though it’s probably only just a cold.
I hate that this sickness has made my level of production decrease by about 85% since last week.
I hate that I’m leaving in 2 days for Spring Break and that my immune system needs to really work itself out or else, I’m going to be real pissed.
I also hate that my being sick has made me bitter and complain-y.
So, I am going to try my damnedest to get back on track for the fanz. No more b*tching and whining, only when it’s truly necessary. I am making the promise to be more optimistic the rest of the week! Hope that you’re still with me!