I miss breathing

    And sleeping.   Sleeping would be nice.   Actually, anything rather than hacking up a lung would be just fine by me.   I have bronchitis or something.    Every time I try to take a deep breath, I feel something fluid-like gurgling in my chest.   That’s not good, is it?   All I know is, I better be well by the Madness show, or I’m going to be so sad.    I’m already pretty sad.    I’m at work.   I truly am one of the laziest people on the planet.   I loved being un-employed.  That’s the worst part of this, that I have lost the ability to lay about the house, as every time I try to lay down, I start coughing.   I was up past two in the morning, coughing and coughing and coughing.   I’m sure my roommates and neighbours love me.    I should go to the doctor.   I don’t want to go, though, because they’re never really helpful, are they?    It’s always drink more fluids, get plenty of rest, yakity smakity.     Shoot me.

Current mood:  sick

Playlist: Mafioso Ska
By Los Hooligans
Release date: 15 May, 1991

Author: peggyluwho

What do you want to know? I'm a California native, and right now, I live 6 miles from where I was born. I'm single. I'm a feminist.

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