I am burning up, literally on fire with a fever from the inside out which means I am once again quarantined to the house and I am not happy about it at all but too sick to care, honestly. I have resorted to listening to the chickadees outside the window and Army of Anyone on the stereo, and reading Self-immolations through Time.
I reheated some chicken noodle soup of a questionable vintage that I found in the back of the fridge and I'm poking myself with watercolor pencils every fifteen minutes to stay awake.
Worst day ever.
