Sunday, December 20, 2009


fever, night shivering sweats, swollen throat, all i can do is lay down not even talk. i had to email, and i feel ashamed to push it back, but picking up a book is too heavy of a weight.


  1. I wish I could come take care of youu! Drink all that tea you got.
    And I am not going to say who, but I think a certain fingery person is doing this to you to keep you in this person life FOREVER.
    It is the only logical conclusion I can come to.

  2. Cate, I don't know if it's safe to write something like that on the Internet. You know you're going to be next.