…sometimes it isn’t.

Out of desire to keep with this blog’s goal of positivity, I haven’t mentioned that I’ve been gut shatteringly sick since my Christmas / New Year’s vacation started. I’ve been trying to post happy little nothings and plow through it. But fuck it.

This blows. This is the sickest I think I’ve ever been. I’m surrounded by delicious food I can’t eat, I have time to watch all those movies I’ve had in my various queues, but I can barely stay focused long enough to start them, and since I’m the only one who cleans in this house, things have fallen apart and everybody’s really pissed off at me for being sick. I’m lonely, everything hurts, and I wish I could stop shitting. This vacation sucks.