I know I’m a woman, but when it comes to being sick, as most things in my life, I’m really more like a man.
What I like about my cold right now is that it’s given my normally obnoxious voice a deeper, huskier quality to it, much sexier. Like I’ve been smoking for 10 or so years. Nice. I’ll be depressed when I get better and have to talk with my dumb, normal, boring unsmoky voice.
Instead of being depressed and whiny about my miserable life here in boston, I’m going to focus on the good things. I’ll let you know when I figure out what those good things are…
I’m kidding. I know what the good things are. and I’m not gonna focus on anything but my misery.
- we can work it out.
- I like mountains.