That time my pity pot was my bed.

I'm sick.

What I've been doing because of the state I am in:

1. Picking at my severely chapped lips.
2. Staring at my computer with glazed over eyes and my mouth hanging open and repeatedly forgetting why I'm even on the computer (there never is a reason).
3. Perfecting my hand-eye coordination skills (used kleenex thrown into trashcan in middle of room).
4. Rolling a cough drop around in my open mouth, thus making delightful noises when it bangs and rolls along my teeth.
5. Daydreaming about a miracle happening, like in romantic movies and television shows.
6. Watching "Dawson's Creek."
7. Tending to the bitterness inside towards a certain asshole person.
8. Mumbling at Lillie because it hurts too much to talk or yell.
9. Whining inwardly about how I don't deserve this and how I'm sad and lonely and angry and tired and sore and I can't breathe.
10. Watching more "Dawson's Creek" (I have all the seasons on DVD...I can stay in bed for a longgg while).

Basically I'm doing all of these things at once. The glaze-drop look of #2 is kind of my permanent face though....how darling.



...I'm getting back in bed now.

Ps. I'd like to thank everyone who has looked at this blog, who has followed it (I have 11 followers now!), who has checked some of the "feedback" boxes and those of you who have left comments. It means so much to me and I treasure and re-read every single comment and every word of feedback I hear. I'm a total noob and don't know what I'm doing so it's so nice to hear that at least some of what I'm doing makes sense and is perhaps even enjoyable to read.
*picture is from tumblr, credit unknown.