So, I'm sick again. Regular flu this time, no barfy barf and such and such.
(shifts uncomfortably in her chair)
Am I the only one, that when they get sick, their skin is more (ahem) "sensitive" than usual? And by "sensitive", I mean that something as simple as putting on my slippers or pulling on my stretchy jammie bottoms kind of makes me smile in that sly way that I do when I've had one glass too many and the muscle relaxers are kicking in right before I improperly assault the Mr. wearing nothing but tall boots, a crazy look on my face, and my underpants.
What I'm getting at, is- I feel all tingly and such, yet the very thought of another human being (of the Mr. variety) coming within 3 feet of me and accidentally breathing on me is about as appealing as running naked through the cafeteria at work at lunchtime.
This seems unfair. Kind of like having a bottle of my favorite wine and the perfect cheese and bread, but having to eat it off of a dirty trashcan lid and drink it out of a rusty cat food can all while sitting in a trailer behind the road kill pickup truck.
This pretty much sums up my state of mind right now:
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If you're all horndogged up now, you're welcome. If not- what the hell is wrong with you? Go! Now! Get laid on my behalf, OK? If nothing else, have a "date" with yourself- buy yourself something ill-fitting but pretty, dim the flourescent lights, pop that pill, put on that copy of "Ernest Goes to camp" that gets you all worked up...
Treat yourself nice, sweetie. Just be sure to snuggle with you after. You know how you like that.
(ahem. Composes self)
Happy Monday evening, my little sexed up balls of achy and fevery raw frustration. Happy Monday.