Procrastination whining
Nov. 21st, 2009 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstoma*looks at the house*
I can see why caterpillars either pupate or die.
It's cold, okay only the upper 50s, and the sky hasn't recovered from yesterday's overcast rainy weather. Perfect for baking and warm soups. Unfortunately all I want to do is roll myself into a ball inside a warm blanket. My throat hurts, the insides of my ears itch,my sinus' are dully aching, mucus is sliding down and filling my stomach. Think it's time for another benadryl and maybe a muscinex. This is autumn, a time I use to love.
I can see why caterpillars either pupate or die.
It's cold, okay only the upper 50s, and the sky hasn't recovered from yesterday's overcast rainy weather. Perfect for baking and warm soups. Unfortunately all I want to do is roll myself into a ball inside a warm blanket. My throat hurts, the insides of my ears itch,my sinus' are dully aching, mucus is sliding down and filling my stomach. Think it's time for another benadryl and maybe a muscinex. This is autumn, a time I use to love.
