Being sick is miserable. And now after three days of sleeping, I'm still not well enough to be up and about, but I'm so sick of being in bed, which results in crabby whinging bethany. But my appetite is coming back, which is good, and I even got up strength to leave the house for a bit (not because it was a doctor recommended activity but because I was going so stir crazy staring at my ceiling that I figured I might as well).

If this is punishment from a stiff collared god for having fun on saturday night, I have learned my lesson. Hear that?! I solemnly swear I will never have fun again. Honest!