When I’m sick I get really whiny and dramatic about it. Not because I actually believe I’m about to die, but because I feel like shit, and when I feel like shit I need to do something supernegative to get it out or something superpositive to make it better. When I’m sick, superpositive things aren’t easy to come across and do.
When I’m sick while reading for my last exam of the year, superpositive things are even rarer to come across. So I whine, I bitch, I eat junk and I whine some more. Like right now: Eating peanuts and chocolate-mix (with not enough chocolate), whining to myself and silently cursing the post-man for making a lot of noise right outside my apartment.
Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a short introduction to my past days and weeks of being sick, exam-bound and whiny. Hope you all enjoyed it.
I give all my worldly belongings to whoever finds me dead on the shower-floor, and I will give a lot of love to whoever does my grocery shopping for me, so I won’t have to go to the store.
-Frida
