Lyin’ cold on the bathroom floor cause she’s sick AF. IDK whats wrong with me. I swear every time I go in public I end up with some disgusting bug. [maybe not every time, but too often.] Last night I spent too many hours over the porcelain throne. Probs not what you wanted to hear, but today I’m slightly recovered. I hate half a bagel & 4 sips of gatorade and we’re making progress.
Basically all that this sickness reminded me that I didn’t swiffer my bathroom floor yesterday. Does anyone else with a wild beast [aka super furry cat] need to sweep everyday? Does anyone just cry and wish their mom was there to take care of them when they are sick? Cause, Same. Sorry if you read this and thought it sucked, cause today sucks for me too. No Kisses today. Trying not to infect ya.