CreativeExile

"Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we'll write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time." --Napoleon Bonaparte, on his way into exile.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

I AM NOT SICK.

I did not sleep 13 hours last night.

I did not take Sudafed this morning.

I did not lay around the house all day on a child-free Sunday, doing nothing but a bit of laundry and catching up on blogs.

Maybe I'm just depressed.

I don't want to be one of those wimpy Michiganders who comes home from 10 days in 80 degree Florida weather and then whines about her stuffed-up sinuses.

I am not sick!

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home