Sick

I'm sick.

It's the type of sick that caused me to run out of Kleenex hours ago, which means there are now piles upon piles of dicarded sheets of toilet paper around my bed.

It's the type of sick that prompted me to drop brick after brick on my big toe to draw attention away from my throbbing head.

It's the type of sick that makes me wonder what I'm doing at this computer instead of crawling back into bed.

Bye.