Whenever I’m sick I tend to feel like the world is coming to an end. I lay in bed wondering if my illness, most likely a severe cold, is actually something much larger. Eventually I decide it is coupled with the onset of diabetes and I will be relegated to strict diets for the rest of my life.
Even though I know the sickness will dissipate over time, I project it onto future events.
Man, we have a trip to Chicago in November, but it would SUCK if I felt like this for the whole trip. I would never want to be on vacation when I need a bathroom every hour. I don’t think we should even go. Ugh!
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I didn’t know you were so paranoid about such things.
I also really, really hate bats. They frighten me.
Wow, two new factoids about Barry. I feel that we’ve grown closer today.