Saturday, October 31, 2009

That Boy...

So I felt sick yesterday and I'm a horribly miserable sick person. I don't get sick often so that's not usually a problem. Unfortunately at work yesturday, I felt sick, and I was absolutely miserable. Everyone was trying to get me to smile, watching me, trying to figure out what was wrong, and I just wanted to go home. I got off and fell into a seat after finding myself a ride home. Mom picks me up, I drag my feet and walk out, then go straight to bed.
Before I fell asleep, I texted Andrew the following; "I'm fine I just don't feel well. Tell everyone to stop looking at me like I'm going to go jump off a cliff."
He texted back and I think he might be mad at me for getting irritated with everyone. "We just care for u ok?"

Like it's my fault that I don't like dealing with people when I feel sick. I'm sorry, but I am not the nicest sick person. He's lucky I wasn't really sick, I mean like throw up, sleep all day sick. The sicker I am the more emotional I get. If it's just a sore throat, sore eyes, and a headache, I'm miserable and antisocial. If it's any worse I'll start crying and become completely intolerable. No need to get mad at me for it. Hmph

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