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I feel awful.. there were so many times when I wanted to talk to Mom this past week, but she was never there... and the first time I got to talk to her in 8 days all I heard was yelling :( Was *not* comforting at all... especially being sick and all.
There are two things I hate most about being sick, apart from the pain:
1) feeling sorry for myself
2) complete inanimateness.
I should practice.
posted by the stradgirl* on 13:00|