Whine, Whine, Whine

As my granny used to say, "I'm still feelin' a might puny," but I think I'll live. I made it into the office today, but it's been hard to stick it out. All I can concentrate on is how nice it would feel to curl up on the couch with my blankie and sleep. My innards are much calmer today, but I'm sore all over. I feel like someone's taken a baseball bat to my gut in the night.

I stopped at the little market in town and picked up some pudding cups and ginger ale, because when I don't feel well I'm five.

Am I whining too much? Sorry ya'll. I hate feeling like shit crap. I feel like I've been out done, not in control of the situation and I hate that feeling.

Four more hours, then the couch is mine. I hope the other people that live in my house realize that they're on their own when it comes to dinner.