Feeling better

Thanks for all the nice notes and hugs everyone. I had a bad day of it all yesterday, but in the end one of my friends sent her man to pick me up, and they tucked me on on their couch and fed me and gave me presents and I started to feel better.

Today I'm still pretty sick, but I'm well enough to putter around or at least sit and read, so it's not too bad.

And most of all, I'm happy to have lovely friends that care.

D.

Whhaaaaa

I've changed my mind. Being sick is no fun at all, even if it gets me attention. I hate this. I have things to do, and hours are disappearing into the void.



Dana

Wallowing in a Pool of Self Pity

Being sick generally sucks, but it does have one upside. One gets to feel sorry for oneself with some amount of legitimacy.

I'm not sure if this works for the quiet introvert that doesn't want to bother people, but for a drama queen like me, being sick home alone on Christmas Eve has all sorts of potential for getting fussed over. And let's face it, some of us just looove being fussed over.

I've kept the melodrama out of my Facebook status line to not abuse the kindness of my friends, but I think maybe I'll ham it up after the holidays.

;-)

D.

Trying to Write

I finished (and got an A in, yay) my Introduction to Professional Writing course, and now I need to keep writing so that I don't get out of practice. My teacher suggested a blog. I don't much like the idea since I can't imagine anyone wanting to read what I wrote.

But then my friend Riiiim promised that she'd read my blog.

So like, you know, if someone else said so, I should do it.

So this is a blog in which I shall practice writing and grammar. So, unlike other blogs, please pick on the grammar and spelling. (Whoever this mystical "you" might be.)