Sick

These past few days have been most unkind.I want nothing more in the world than to be done with the self-serving regimen that the last few days have afforded me: sneeze, cough, hack, moan in despair, curl up in blankets and watch DVDs, rinse, repeat.

When I'm sick, I don't want to do anything that requires effort, or movement, or both. And I say with crossed fingers and toes whilst rapping my knuckles on Chanel wood clogs that this is true, but I do believe the worst part may be behind me. Regular programming shall commence tomorrow.