this is what my life has looked like lately:
i've been sick since wednesday night, and i'm still sick today. it sucks. being sick always makes me feel really bad about myself. i feel fat, unproductive, and disgusting. i feel guilty for not taking care of things, but i also feel like falling over every time i get off the couch. i guess i just have to let my body heal and stop being so hard on myself.
bonus to being sick: levi makes me really good dinners, watches romantic comedies with me, buys me books, and brings me coke slurpees and happy hippos.
p.s. did anyone catch my tiny wings reference in the title of this post?? being sick also means playing tiny wings... and cursing at that little bird for not moving fast enough.